11-09-2017, 10:26 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
(Post-Castile/Amet in River & Post-Jah/Amet in Ischia...)
(Will mention those vaguely since NEITHER ARE DONE YET BUT JEJE IS IMPATIENT)
He awakens, groggy and sore and quite under the weather. Whatever Jah-Lilah have given the stallion had been... astonishingly eye-opening, but such encounters call for much solitude after, in hopes to reflect upon the wisdom the soothsayer had bestowed upon him and the things he had seen during his journey. The gilded king as rocked himself from the sandy loam, leather-plating ridding itself of the granules easily. His foreleg and his head ache dully, prompting a groan from Amet as he finally starts to move ─ this time, in the direction of the mainland.
The tropical trees offer a plethora of shade with their giant verdant boughs and the Akhal-Teke is thankful for this fact. His strides are slow and leisurely, lacking the lightness of his usual gait, but at least Jah-Lilah has given him a distraction. Something to keep his mind away from Ciri, even when her scent drifts to him on the breeze and his chest threatens to tighten and suffocate his heart. Amet grunts, turning his amber eyes towards the ground as he continues on his mission to leave, to get out of Ischia and back to the safety of Hyaline.
The gilded king forces himself to think of his journey (the one before him and the one behind him ─ anything, really, to avoid the thought of her) as he pulls away from the treeline, only to have his amber eyes rest on the smoky black frame of Ciri as her voice rings out hopefully (Castile) to a familiar tobiano.
He nearly scoffs (nearly gasps, nearly sighs ─ there are too many emotions to choose from), instead finds it in him to bite his tongue as he silently takes the two strides back to the shelter of the tropical jungle, beneath the hanging branches and between the vines, and continues in the shadows while he tries to figure out what the second best route back to Hyaline would be.
After some time, Circinae, he realizes, could probably be of assistance, and Amet begrudgingly turns around to search for his emerald friend, all the while repressing the hot anger and pain threatening to flare in his chest.
Amet
@[Ciri]