She watches the dragon in the sky as the ripple of magic slithers across Beqanna. I didn’t come in the end of the world, no, not this time. This time it was just a whisper, something that changed, something falling over the world like a blanket. She could feel the change, the way that the air seemed to be charged and smiled a small smile. All was well again in Beqanna.
Without magic in the air, or the ground, it had felt different. Home, but not home, the same and yet not. It had been so hard to live by herself, to live without her sisters and her family. But she had done it. And now with magic, she knew they would return.
She follows the dragon, her hooves digging into the ground. Her body was heavier than her sisters, following more in the line of their Gran and their Daddy. She kept her face turned up towards the sky until she couldn’t see the dragon in the sky any more. She picked up her pace, careful of the branches and the bramble, ducking her head as she went until the trees thinned and the tall grasses of the river met her.
There, there is was she saw a piece of her heart standing in the grass. Blue and so familiar that she felt her heart give a little tug of happiness. However, she stills briefly at the edge of the trees, close enough to see the look of irritation that Gran flashes to her abdomen and the idea is so ludicrous that she denies it almost immediately.
Except, Gran doesn’t stop looking grumpy. Or scowling at her barrel in that way that Fury remembered Auntie Rys scowling at hers when she was feeling particular agitated by the baby within. Roma had stretched and twisted and turned always. Murmurs from each of them had helped to keep her quiet. Fury remembered laying her head on her Auntie's barrel and telling stories to Roma. She had seen them all do the similar things at one point during that time.
Fury knew how to read the looks her loved ones had, and usually they were banished whenever one of the kids showed up…this time though. This time it was different. She knew it.
She finally gathers herself and walks across the grasses to where her Gran glared at her and smiled a bit. “Hi Gran.” She realizes with a start that somehow she had almost grown just as big as Gran. She wondered how big she was compared to Daddy….A small shake of her head keeps her attention on her Gran, those mismatched silver and green eyes curious and cautious all at once.
Without magic in the air, or the ground, it had felt different. Home, but not home, the same and yet not. It had been so hard to live by herself, to live without her sisters and her family. But she had done it. And now with magic, she knew they would return.
She follows the dragon, her hooves digging into the ground. Her body was heavier than her sisters, following more in the line of their Gran and their Daddy. She kept her face turned up towards the sky until she couldn’t see the dragon in the sky any more. She picked up her pace, careful of the branches and the bramble, ducking her head as she went until the trees thinned and the tall grasses of the river met her.
There, there is was she saw a piece of her heart standing in the grass. Blue and so familiar that she felt her heart give a little tug of happiness. However, she stills briefly at the edge of the trees, close enough to see the look of irritation that Gran flashes to her abdomen and the idea is so ludicrous that she denies it almost immediately.
Except, Gran doesn’t stop looking grumpy. Or scowling at her barrel in that way that Fury remembered Auntie Rys scowling at hers when she was feeling particular agitated by the baby within. Roma had stretched and twisted and turned always. Murmurs from each of them had helped to keep her quiet. Fury remembered laying her head on her Auntie's barrel and telling stories to Roma. She had seen them all do the similar things at one point during that time.
Fury knew how to read the looks her loved ones had, and usually they were banished whenever one of the kids showed up…this time though. This time it was different. She knew it.
She finally gathers herself and walks across the grasses to where her Gran glared at her and smiled a bit. “Hi Gran.” She realizes with a start that somehow she had almost grown just as big as Gran. She wondered how big she was compared to Daddy….A small shake of her head keeps her attention on her Gran, those mismatched silver and green eyes curious and cautious all at once.