08-22-2019, 03:39 PM
OPHANIM
He knew that Adna had sisters, of course, but he had never sunk so low as to try and seek them out. He was surprised when Sabbath came marching up to him in the middle of Loess, head held high with her broken horn cutting through the air. Her tongue was razor sharp and quick to deflate any ego he had managed to rebuild since his return home. Scum, she called him. A treacherous little worm whose wings she’d like to pluck and devour. He’d hung his head in shame until she asked him why it wasn’t enough to get her sister pregnant once.
That was when the confusion settled in. He had to explain over and over that he hadn’t seen Adna since Rupture and Bela were born over a year ago. She scoffed and laughed in his face until she saw the confusion in his eyes, sincere and bewildered. Sabbath snapped her teeth and told him to go to Taiga anyway so that he might make it up to her somehow, and so he set course for the northern territory.
He knows that former members of Loess had taken control, though they weren’t acquaintances of his, and so he passes through their borders without hesitation. Ophanim is careful to lean left and right to avoid the tree branches he passes, though he certainly isn’t graceful in the slightest. On several occasions, he nearly slams face first into the larger pines as he tries to navigate the dense fog that covers the region. When he thinks perhaps he’s spotted his friend, he tucks his wings and begins to dive. His hooves skid across the blanket of pine needles on the forest floor and it makes for a typical Ophanim landing, honestly. He flaps his white and gold wings back to try and slow himself before finally coming to a stop a short distance from her.
Mentioning nothing of his embarrassment, he quickly folds his wings and takes the few steps back toward her with a timid smile across his face. Starsin’s heart quickens with jealousy inside his breast but he knows this is the right thing to do. He bites back his wife’s anger brewing inside him and clears his throat.
“Your sister came storming into Loess and really cut me down to size,” he begins with a nervous laugh. Still, some part of him is happy to see an old friend. Maybe his heart is pleased with a platonic meeting as it thrums within Starsin’s chest. Hers certainly isn’t. “She thought.. she thought your baby was mine.”
Another nervous laugh, because he doesn’t know the right words to say, so he just talks to fill the silence. Clumsy words come tumbling out so easily for him. But what else does he have? Apologies that could never add up to enough? He isn’t the brightest boy in the four kingdoms, but he is at least smart enough to know that giving her hope was all his fault. He set her up to fall and never even tried to catch her.
That was when the confusion settled in. He had to explain over and over that he hadn’t seen Adna since Rupture and Bela were born over a year ago. She scoffed and laughed in his face until she saw the confusion in his eyes, sincere and bewildered. Sabbath snapped her teeth and told him to go to Taiga anyway so that he might make it up to her somehow, and so he set course for the northern territory.
He knows that former members of Loess had taken control, though they weren’t acquaintances of his, and so he passes through their borders without hesitation. Ophanim is careful to lean left and right to avoid the tree branches he passes, though he certainly isn’t graceful in the slightest. On several occasions, he nearly slams face first into the larger pines as he tries to navigate the dense fog that covers the region. When he thinks perhaps he’s spotted his friend, he tucks his wings and begins to dive. His hooves skid across the blanket of pine needles on the forest floor and it makes for a typical Ophanim landing, honestly. He flaps his white and gold wings back to try and slow himself before finally coming to a stop a short distance from her.
Mentioning nothing of his embarrassment, he quickly folds his wings and takes the few steps back toward her with a timid smile across his face. Starsin’s heart quickens with jealousy inside his breast but he knows this is the right thing to do. He bites back his wife’s anger brewing inside him and clears his throat.
“Your sister came storming into Loess and really cut me down to size,” he begins with a nervous laugh. Still, some part of him is happy to see an old friend. Maybe his heart is pleased with a platonic meeting as it thrums within Starsin’s chest. Hers certainly isn’t. “She thought.. she thought your baby was mine.”
Another nervous laugh, because he doesn’t know the right words to say, so he just talks to fill the silence. Clumsy words come tumbling out so easily for him. But what else does he have? Apologies that could never add up to enough? He isn’t the brightest boy in the four kingdoms, but he is at least smart enough to know that giving her hope was all his fault. He set her up to fall and never even tried to catch her.
you could drown in those eyes, i said.