04-29-2016, 07:14 PM
she paints her eyes as black as night now
Perhaps she should not have disappeared. Perhaps she should not have listened when the wind whistled her name. Perhaps she should have clung to the legs of the Beqannian society, should have inserted herself into more conversations instead of naively hoping that Magnus would just end up staying with her forever, hermits until the end of time.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
The navy sheen of her hide black reflects the late evening sun like a many faceted sapphire, or a bruise. Her wings itch to be spread, but the strong scent of the border denies her access to the innards of the kingdom. Her mind races, her conscious stretching and trying uselessly to pick up on any trace of Magnus - but she is no mind reader, and instead of finding the man she once went on a stupid, naive date with, the seven year old just stands there looking stupid.
Stupid, and stubborn. Instead of turning tail and fleeing the empty kingdom as she would have not so very long again, the kitten whips her tail in a concoction of irritability and nerves. She tests out a low whinny; no answer. A minute later, she really gives’er. When no one comes to answer her within an abysmally small window of time, Cinzia just has to move.
And she certainly isn’t moving away. Not again.
Snapping out her elegant bird-feather wings, the lithe mare leaps elegantly into the sky - or rather, just above the long grasses of Heaven’s Gates. Smirking at how smart she is (she hasn’t technically set foot in the kingdom yet, after all) the mare glides gently through the land, hoping to spot Magnus, or, honestly, anyone at this point.
Anyone.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
The navy sheen of her hide black reflects the late evening sun like a many faceted sapphire, or a bruise. Her wings itch to be spread, but the strong scent of the border denies her access to the innards of the kingdom. Her mind races, her conscious stretching and trying uselessly to pick up on any trace of Magnus - but she is no mind reader, and instead of finding the man she once went on a stupid, naive date with, the seven year old just stands there looking stupid.
Stupid, and stubborn. Instead of turning tail and fleeing the empty kingdom as she would have not so very long again, the kitten whips her tail in a concoction of irritability and nerves. She tests out a low whinny; no answer. A minute later, she really gives’er. When no one comes to answer her within an abysmally small window of time, Cinzia just has to move.
And she certainly isn’t moving away. Not again.
Snapping out her elegant bird-feather wings, the lithe mare leaps elegantly into the sky - or rather, just above the long grasses of Heaven’s Gates. Smirking at how smart she is (she hasn’t technically set foot in the kingdom yet, after all) the mare glides gently through the land, hoping to spot Magnus, or, honestly, anyone at this point.
Anyone.
cinzia
pulls those shades down tight now
this is hectic
I am a mess