good at goodbyes
She is glad to see Tephra behind her. The confused commotion of her journey there had left little time for her to admire the towering volcanic mountain. The land was too ashy – almost unkind. It was a fitting place to abandon pieces of herself she’d never wanted to begin with. He is stunned, quiet, as his eyes study his new charges. Defenseless and cold the two fillies set themselves to their new task of figuring out their limbs. Still, Mosrael’s pace never faltered. It’s his voice, however, as it cuts through the still of the early morning – harsh and cold and demanding – that freezes her movements and sets her teeth on edge. He wanted her to stop, she knows, and she considers returning to him. Growling deep in her throat she turns around to face him, her feet carrying her quickly back to the place of her struggle.
They are still there, standing now, their eyes brightening simultaneously at the sight of her. She is numb to it. Coldly, she casts her eyes back upon the lavender stallion wishing so desperately that she had never met him there upon the sandy beaches of her island home. It was all too quickly and things that she’d never considered had begun to awaken inside of her. She wanted those pieces of herself back, for things to return to the way that they had been before his soft touches had distracted her.
For months the memory of him had filled her every waking moment. She’d longed for him until the moment she’d stumbled upon him in the very spot that they had first met. Her heart had swelled and broke all at once as she stood by helplessly as he embraced another, completely apathetic towards her. It was in that moment that she’d seen him for what he truly had been.
An opportunist.
What he hadn’t realized in that moment was that she would have followed him anywhere. She would have given up everything for him. Could he say the same for the fish winged mare he’d met that night?
Mosrael knew the answer to her own question. Since that fateful night she had seen that same mare several times upon Ischia, beaming proudly among the other mares as she daydreamed about the child she carried. She did not leave for Klaudius – clearly, she did not love him enough.
“Where is your girlfriend?” she asked with an unpleasant bite to her tone.
@[Klaudius] Sorry. Not sorry.