10-30-2018, 04:11 PM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
This is a new one, he sees now.
A new situation. Another kind of broken, than that he was aware of previously. She asks him the odd question - does he lie? - the one he knows he can't answer. He could say yes, he could say no. She'd never believe either answer, because her trust has been broken before. Silently a while, he stares at her. Begins with a shake of his head, then tilts it had her, tiny shake, tilt again. He doesn't know what answer would satisfy her. But she speaks more, and she speaks of monsters, and nightmares and bringing 'the ones you find' home, and then she gets a more definite shake of his head, and a frown.
It takes a while for his half-answer to form like this, and then the second mare gets his attention when she says Nerine is beautiful. He nods to her, still wondering what he can say in the moment.
But Willa isn't done.
Her story is leaking out to them in bits and pieces, but the dam has been broken already, and the flood will come. Eilidh says no, there are no dead horses resurrected, but the truth is that there are. Now Eilidh gets a little frown, for her too-quick-denial. "Sometimes they do," he says then, knowing it's not what Willa wants to hear. But he knows what else to say now. Do, actually. "Tell me about the monster, Willa. What's his name?"
He needs to know, now. Needs to know what to look out for, if he wants to keep them safe.
Somewhere over the course of the last two minutes, them went from his family and friends in Nerine to these two, as well.
A new situation. Another kind of broken, than that he was aware of previously. She asks him the odd question - does he lie? - the one he knows he can't answer. He could say yes, he could say no. She'd never believe either answer, because her trust has been broken before. Silently a while, he stares at her. Begins with a shake of his head, then tilts it had her, tiny shake, tilt again. He doesn't know what answer would satisfy her. But she speaks more, and she speaks of monsters, and nightmares and bringing 'the ones you find' home, and then she gets a more definite shake of his head, and a frown.
It takes a while for his half-answer to form like this, and then the second mare gets his attention when she says Nerine is beautiful. He nods to her, still wondering what he can say in the moment.
But Willa isn't done.
Her story is leaking out to them in bits and pieces, but the dam has been broken already, and the flood will come. Eilidh says no, there are no dead horses resurrected, but the truth is that there are. Now Eilidh gets a little frown, for her too-quick-denial. "Sometimes they do," he says then, knowing it's not what Willa wants to hear. But he knows what else to say now. Do, actually. "Tell me about the monster, Willa. What's his name?"
He needs to know, now. Needs to know what to look out for, if he wants to keep them safe.
Somewhere over the course of the last two minutes, them went from his family and friends in Nerine to these two, as well.
@[Willa] @[Eilidh]
Aww look, he likes you <3
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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