You're Just Like Heaven To Touch
They think he’s been leaving when he hasn't. He’s just been invisible like always, except before it was an invisibility of being the odd-triplet out. Now it’s the real thing, a cloak that enables him to escape the truth hiding in his family's eyes. If they can’t see him then they can’t look at him, and if they can’t look at him then Tiercel won’t have to be confronted with the constant reminder that he survived and Gale didn’t. Precious little Gale.
Even in death he makes life a living hell for Tiercel.
He’s tired of it. So tired of it that today he finally engages the reality his parents already assume is happening and moves past the eastern border of Loess. He’s finally nothing, no one, a ghost that weaves past trees and makes its way up towards the mighty bend of the river. Only the natural creatures around him understand that something is there; something is making sound and leaving a scent behind. Their curious eyes can’t comprehend it, not with brains so small and singularly focused.
Tapping gently into himself like dipping a finger into water, he weaves a net of tranquility and casts it out into the wilderness as he goes. The small creatures blink, then return to their business at hand.
Fording past the breakers, wading out and struggling against the current, Tiercel the ghost makes it to the other side and marvels silently at his growing strength. Both his body and mind seem adept at the constant change: every day he discovers more about himself, unravels the mystery and the quiet exhilaration of shedding boyhood.
Stride by stride he leans up and scales the first hillock of the meadow, slipping underneath the dappled sunlight as quiet as a wild animal while fading from nothing to something again. He notices Islas for the first time with curious cerulean eyes, desiring not to scare her from such a picturesque spot, so that desire manifests itself as calm and slinks towards her on catspaw feet. Aside from his mother and the others in Loess during Leliana’s attack, he’s not been given the chance to test this strange gift on another horse.
“They seem so small when you’re far away.” The dunskin begins, stopping just a few feet shy of the pale girl. His legs and face, stripes and personality all glitter as one.
Tiercel
@[Islas] you have two wishes left