10-22-2019, 04:20 PM
Ignorance is bliss.
Isilme is far enough from Pangea that she can’t hear the magician’s call—it isn’t meant for her, anyway—so she stays happily in the Cove, lying lazily on the black sand beaches, drifting in and out of a nap. She’s spent her whole life on these quiet beaches, hidden away by the cliffs, hunting snails and crabs and playing tag with Austra and Spot. There’s a comfort she could only feel here.
The sun begins to set, and she settles into the sand even further.
Her ears perk at the sudden sound of hoofbeats in the distance, soft and slow. She can tell Spot is still next to her, so she groans, assuming it is yet another diplomatic visit at an unusual time. She opens her eyes, blinking until the blurriness fades and Isilme sees a golden figure—her mother, she recognizes immediately, though it’d been almost two years since she’d seen her last.
She hoists herself to her feet, shaking off the remnants of sand before settling off to join her mother’s side, Spot following behind loyally. When the golden girl reaches the other, she knows instantly that something is off.
“Mom?” she asks, feeling younger than she had in a year. “Are you okay?”
Isilme is far enough from Pangea that she can’t hear the magician’s call—it isn’t meant for her, anyway—so she stays happily in the Cove, lying lazily on the black sand beaches, drifting in and out of a nap. She’s spent her whole life on these quiet beaches, hidden away by the cliffs, hunting snails and crabs and playing tag with Austra and Spot. There’s a comfort she could only feel here.
The sun begins to set, and she settles into the sand even further.
Her ears perk at the sudden sound of hoofbeats in the distance, soft and slow. She can tell Spot is still next to her, so she groans, assuming it is yet another diplomatic visit at an unusual time. She opens her eyes, blinking until the blurriness fades and Isilme sees a golden figure—her mother, she recognizes immediately, though it’d been almost two years since she’d seen her last.
She hoists herself to her feet, shaking off the remnants of sand before settling off to join her mother’s side, Spot following behind loyally. When the golden girl reaches the other, she knows instantly that something is off.
“Mom?” she asks, feeling younger than she had in a year. “Are you okay?”
you should see me in a crown