01-05-2017, 10:36 AM
There was a desperation that polluted the air now, something akin to loss, to a brokenness they all felt. Well, most of them. Potion refused to dwell overlong on the fact that she did not have her gift and spent more time on how she would claim it back. Oh yes, she would have what was hers returned to her, make no mistake.
It wasn’t as simple as a flesh bargain, not this time, though she could not blame Ecco for snatching up that opportunity- the girl was hungry even more so than she. Perhaps there was a connection there too, a tether made thicker and stronger by the act, so instead of lecturing her daughter she remained stoic. Words meant nothing these days anyway, it was action that settled disputes and Potion simply let Ecco win.
There is nothing greater than a Mother’s love.
Yet family was the single most powerful gift they had all been given, her Father had made sure of that. Blood is thicker than water and the oceans swam red with it. The ocean was far now, perhaps too far and yet she could sense that it was there, something deep within the marrow of her bones. Something ingrained in her being upon entering the world from her Dam’s womb, as commonplace as her beating heart.
Snow catches her lashes, her silver form moving through the drifts and from a distance she watches a lone mare in a clearing. A sad, frail little thing, her dark coat like a beacon against the pristine contrast of the snow. Skinny, her bones were too visible, Potion could likely trace them with the tip of her nose and name each one as she stroked it. Snap a twig beneath the blanket of white gave way and though it was muffled it was too quiet here to go unnoticed. She might as well have yelled out to the girl, shouted hey you there and she is greeted as though she has, the mare leaping in response.
Fear, palpable, filling the air until she can taste it.
Who’s there? a shaky challenge and Potion laughs, lets it bubble up her misty throat until it dances into existence past her lavender maw. “Oh dear, you’ll need to work on that,” there is laughter in her voice, a sweetness that is on another plane, timeless and unchanging, unseen but you can feel it. “Am I supposed to be afraid?” she asks, even if she has a feeling she knows the answer. “Hmmmm,” she hums a thought, feigning to calculate the situation, “I’m called Potion.”
It wasn’t as simple as a flesh bargain, not this time, though she could not blame Ecco for snatching up that opportunity- the girl was hungry even more so than she. Perhaps there was a connection there too, a tether made thicker and stronger by the act, so instead of lecturing her daughter she remained stoic. Words meant nothing these days anyway, it was action that settled disputes and Potion simply let Ecco win.
There is nothing greater than a Mother’s love.
Yet family was the single most powerful gift they had all been given, her Father had made sure of that. Blood is thicker than water and the oceans swam red with it. The ocean was far now, perhaps too far and yet she could sense that it was there, something deep within the marrow of her bones. Something ingrained in her being upon entering the world from her Dam’s womb, as commonplace as her beating heart.
Snow catches her lashes, her silver form moving through the drifts and from a distance she watches a lone mare in a clearing. A sad, frail little thing, her dark coat like a beacon against the pristine contrast of the snow. Skinny, her bones were too visible, Potion could likely trace them with the tip of her nose and name each one as she stroked it. Snap a twig beneath the blanket of white gave way and though it was muffled it was too quiet here to go unnoticed. She might as well have yelled out to the girl, shouted hey you there and she is greeted as though she has, the mare leaping in response.
Fear, palpable, filling the air until she can taste it.
Who’s there? a shaky challenge and Potion laughs, lets it bubble up her misty throat until it dances into existence past her lavender maw. “Oh dear, you’ll need to work on that,” there is laughter in her voice, a sweetness that is on another plane, timeless and unchanging, unseen but you can feel it. “Am I supposed to be afraid?” she asks, even if she has a feeling she knows the answer. “Hmmmm,” she hums a thought, feigning to calculate the situation, “I’m called Potion.”
POTION
[..we ain't never gettin' older..]
lol also fun note, Tioga is Potion's aunt xD