Takei
There’s an undercurrent Takei can’t quite identify. It rolls under them like an earthquake, threatening to crack the surface of everything he’s ever known. But it doesn’t feel terrifying or dangerous — it is more like a catalyst. The blood-and-bone can feel the rumblings of a storm to come, especially in the tension drawn tight between Brennen and Trekori.
His hazel eyes flutter between their faces now, even as the bay stallion speaks of Hyaline. The words feel empty, a precursor for something larger to come. Takei’s lower stomach tightens from a plethora of emotions he still doesn’t have time to identify before Brennen is speaking again. A soft sigh leaves his gray lips.
An adventure. The knots in Takei’s stomach unwind. A large portion of his life has been dedicated to the quiet of Beqanna’s hidden corners (racing along beaches to chase the seagulls, soothing his muscles in hidden heated ponds, waiting out a storm nestled in the thickness of a dark forest) and none of them had been adventures, per say.
But hearing the word adventure paired with a kingdom lifestyle suddenly brings more appeal to his mind.
The oceanfront wind tosses at his red and white mane, shifting the twigs that have grown there. “My life has been too boring so far.” He thinks again of the laziness of Noori’s children, the lack of a name they’ve made for themselves. They are descendents from a great Amazonian queen yet most of them find themselves hidden in Beqanna’s corners or living in the Beyond.
And here Trekori is, his little brother, already doing more in a year of his life than Takei has done since his birth. He cannot deny a tingle of competitive brotherly spirit worms through his stomach. Although he already has an idea, he asks anyway. “What are you two scheming?”
His hazel eyes flutter between their faces now, even as the bay stallion speaks of Hyaline. The words feel empty, a precursor for something larger to come. Takei’s lower stomach tightens from a plethora of emotions he still doesn’t have time to identify before Brennen is speaking again. A soft sigh leaves his gray lips.
An adventure. The knots in Takei’s stomach unwind. A large portion of his life has been dedicated to the quiet of Beqanna’s hidden corners (racing along beaches to chase the seagulls, soothing his muscles in hidden heated ponds, waiting out a storm nestled in the thickness of a dark forest) and none of them had been adventures, per say.
But hearing the word adventure paired with a kingdom lifestyle suddenly brings more appeal to his mind.
The oceanfront wind tosses at his red and white mane, shifting the twigs that have grown there. “My life has been too boring so far.” He thinks again of the laziness of Noori’s children, the lack of a name they’ve made for themselves. They are descendents from a great Amazonian queen yet most of them find themselves hidden in Beqanna’s corners or living in the Beyond.
And here Trekori is, his little brother, already doing more in a year of his life than Takei has done since his birth. He cannot deny a tingle of competitive brotherly spirit worms through his stomach. Although he already has an idea, he asks anyway. “What are you two scheming?”
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Brennen]