Oh fuck.
He should have known better, he really should. Raeg’n is a warrior - a fighter, a tracker. He should have known that nothing in Tephra would have escaped her noticed, especially himself.
His breath catches in his throat as her scent fills the cave, followed by a shadowy figure at the cave mouth. “Lauchlan?” No, no, no, NO! “Go away Raeg’n!” He doesn’t want her to see him like this.
So utterly pathetic.
But she keeps walking forward, and suddenly she’s touching him gently as he tries to shrink further into the darkness of the cave. But she’s already noticed. Of course she has. God, how can he explain? How can he tell her that these are his real wings? The ones that he’d been born with, the ones that his birth mother had ripped off. How can he tell her about his real ability, or rather, his curse. She’ll laugh at him. She’ll never look at him the same.
“I …”
More hoof steps at the mouth of the cave. Someone else has found them. He shrinks away from Raeg’n’s touch, forcing himself up onto reluctant legs.
The stranger takes a few more steps into the cave and speaks up, asking if they’re alright. It’s a mare he hasn’t seen before, though that doesn’t mean much - he hasn’t spent too much time amongst the other inhabitants of Tephra.
He glances back at his sides for a brief moment - in the dark of the cave, he can just barely make out the little stubs jutting out of his shoulders. Scarred over after being healed so many years ago, as if there hadn’t been wings there only hours earlier. “It’s alright, it’s nothing.” He’s not exactly sure he even knows how to explain this to Raeg’n, let alone a stranger.
He should have known better, he really should. Raeg’n is a warrior - a fighter, a tracker. He should have known that nothing in Tephra would have escaped her noticed, especially himself.
His breath catches in his throat as her scent fills the cave, followed by a shadowy figure at the cave mouth. “Lauchlan?” No, no, no, NO! “Go away Raeg’n!” He doesn’t want her to see him like this.
So utterly pathetic.
But she keeps walking forward, and suddenly she’s touching him gently as he tries to shrink further into the darkness of the cave. But she’s already noticed. Of course she has. God, how can he explain? How can he tell her that these are his real wings? The ones that he’d been born with, the ones that his birth mother had ripped off. How can he tell her about his real ability, or rather, his curse. She’ll laugh at him. She’ll never look at him the same.
“I …”
More hoof steps at the mouth of the cave. Someone else has found them. He shrinks away from Raeg’n’s touch, forcing himself up onto reluctant legs.
The stranger takes a few more steps into the cave and speaks up, asking if they’re alright. It’s a mare he hasn’t seen before, though that doesn’t mean much - he hasn’t spent too much time amongst the other inhabitants of Tephra.
He glances back at his sides for a brief moment - in the dark of the cave, he can just barely make out the little stubs jutting out of his shoulders. Scarred over after being healed so many years ago, as if there hadn’t been wings there only hours earlier. “It’s alright, it’s nothing.” He’s not exactly sure he even knows how to explain this to Raeg’n, let alone a stranger.
the itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout