09-29-2016, 05:04 PM
Weakness could be found all over Surgery - without looking too far. He lacks skills of any sort, he doesn't understand danger, and his mind is painfully childish despite his age. The age he's rapidly approaching as Beqanna plays catch up with the disastrous number Harmonia did to him. He aches everywhere from the rapid spurt and, no doubt, shows the signs of it in his bones and muscles. He can feel the cartilage grind on bone and knows his hair is sparse and sickly.
But he's unaware of these things. He only knows life as a foal (a shadow, a blur, because Harmonia clouded his mind and kept it just as childish and empty as his bones) and life now. This is just how it is, the ache - he reasons.
Violence follows his gaze to the Edges. He doesn't know what's after the Edge, where the horizon dips ever so slightly, obscured by the heat that radiates off the ground. He can see the volcano (he doesn't know what that is) and, if he squints, maybe he can see the sea (he also doesn't know what that is) but otherwise...nothing.
The edge.
"Do you know?" he asks, feeling a childish flair of his temper. He didn't appreciate having someone stand in his way.
Her impassive stare prompts him to speak more, but only after letting out an annoyed, brisk sigh.
"I need to leave before Mother realizes I'm gone."
She could hunt him anywhere - everywhere. He knows this, but some part of him believes if he just...leaves...he can be gone. For good.
But he's unaware of these things. He only knows life as a foal (a shadow, a blur, because Harmonia clouded his mind and kept it just as childish and empty as his bones) and life now. This is just how it is, the ache - he reasons.
Violence follows his gaze to the Edges. He doesn't know what's after the Edge, where the horizon dips ever so slightly, obscured by the heat that radiates off the ground. He can see the volcano (he doesn't know what that is) and, if he squints, maybe he can see the sea (he also doesn't know what that is) but otherwise...nothing.
The edge.
"Do you know?" he asks, feeling a childish flair of his temper. He didn't appreciate having someone stand in his way.
Her impassive stare prompts him to speak more, but only after letting out an annoyed, brisk sigh.
"I need to leave before Mother realizes I'm gone."
She could hunt him anywhere - everywhere. He knows this, but some part of him believes if he just...leaves...he can be gone. For good.