09-19-2017, 06:02 PM
Just before he had turned around, he had heard it. Faintly she had murmured his name, like a last whisper of her lips, before she goes up in flames. Tears are running down his cheeks and Ander sobs loudly, gasping for breath as his legs shake underneath him. This couldn’t be happening, this wasn’t real. Mother wasn’t.. gone.
And she isn’t, but she isn’t quite herself either. When the flames disappear, all that is left is black filly. A pair of ruby eyes watching him, quite curiously but also pleading. Ander has to blink a few times, still shaking and unable to believe what he had just witnessed. It was as if his mother’s fire burned so bright, consumed her all, only to have her rise from the ashes. It’s too much for his already traumatized self to deal with.
The arrival of his father is a welcome distraction and support, especially the last. After all, the golden pointed colt had just lost his mother. ”D-dad..” he stutters, red eyes now on his golden winged sire. A few steps on his shaky legs is all he needs to cross the little distance between them and instantly Ander presses his tears stained cheek in the cress of Terran’s neck. While he cries his body shakes and trembles, in sync with his sobs.
Then, realising that there is a child – no his mother as a child – nearby. Taking a deep breath he pulls back, his lips parted to say something, only to end up shaking his head. Settling next to Terran, still a bit shaken up, Ander’s eyes float back to the ruby eyed filly. ”I… I don’t know. I t-h..thi-nk she.. mom got hurt..” he manages to answer. Wetting his lips he pauses to formulate the right words, unaware of how much this filly was actually his mother.
”Then.. she colla- lied down and.. and her fire.. the fire burned so bright..” That was the most accurate he would be able to describe what happened. What had caused the events or why it had happened, was as much unknown to him. All he knew was that his mother had just been standing right there where the filly now stood. ”Dad.. What will we do now?”
And she isn’t, but she isn’t quite herself either. When the flames disappear, all that is left is black filly. A pair of ruby eyes watching him, quite curiously but also pleading. Ander has to blink a few times, still shaking and unable to believe what he had just witnessed. It was as if his mother’s fire burned so bright, consumed her all, only to have her rise from the ashes. It’s too much for his already traumatized self to deal with.
The arrival of his father is a welcome distraction and support, especially the last. After all, the golden pointed colt had just lost his mother. ”D-dad..” he stutters, red eyes now on his golden winged sire. A few steps on his shaky legs is all he needs to cross the little distance between them and instantly Ander presses his tears stained cheek in the cress of Terran’s neck. While he cries his body shakes and trembles, in sync with his sobs.
Then, realising that there is a child – no his mother as a child – nearby. Taking a deep breath he pulls back, his lips parted to say something, only to end up shaking his head. Settling next to Terran, still a bit shaken up, Ander’s eyes float back to the ruby eyed filly. ”I… I don’t know. I t-h..thi-nk she.. mom got hurt..” he manages to answer. Wetting his lips he pauses to formulate the right words, unaware of how much this filly was actually his mother.
”Then.. she colla- lied down and.. and her fire.. the fire burned so bright..” That was the most accurate he would be able to describe what happened. What had caused the events or why it had happened, was as much unknown to him. All he knew was that his mother had just been standing right there where the filly now stood. ”Dad.. What will we do now?”