10-23-2019, 01:43 PM
She speaks as he embraces her, and what she says is frightening. It is nothing he could have expected to fall from her mouth. One ice veined wing opens to enfold the jewel bright girl at his side, his faintly glowing eyes intent in the night. This was unexpected, but it was also Briella. She had had a talent for the unseen and the unknown as long as he'd known her.
The blue shattered stallion thrummed deep in his throat, a draconic purr that vibrated in the air. The cream velvet of his muzzle pressed comfortingly into the tangles of her mane, warm air enveloping the little space between them. "Ramble all you need. I can listen, even if I'm not certain I understand what you speak of." For truly that seemed to be what she needed.
The words burst from her like bubbles beneath water, unpredictable and wet. If these were dreams, they did not sound like happy ones. If it was real, he hoped it was nothing near. She could be mad. He himself had seen the ease which insanity could dig into a mind, the way it took over with such insidious stealth. Until there was nothing left of the one you had loved.
If this was the case, it seemed truly cruel. Briella had long held a soft spot in his heart, the way she kept herself beyond the world. Perhaps that in itself has been the stress needed to give her such strange visions. That she knows his name is a little bit of luck then. A bit of luck and a bit of magic. For time certainly hadn't been on their side.
He continued the gentle stroking of her mane, the easy rubbing of his forehead against her neck. "Wherever you've been, I'm glad you've returned. Do you know where you are or where you're going next?" His questions were light enough, curiosity piqued with her of odd descriptions. Had she only appeared here for a night, just long enough to let him know she still was? His shooting star, illuminating the night for a bare heartbeat before vanishing once more into the endless sky.
@[Briella]
The blue shattered stallion thrummed deep in his throat, a draconic purr that vibrated in the air. The cream velvet of his muzzle pressed comfortingly into the tangles of her mane, warm air enveloping the little space between them. "Ramble all you need. I can listen, even if I'm not certain I understand what you speak of." For truly that seemed to be what she needed.
The words burst from her like bubbles beneath water, unpredictable and wet. If these were dreams, they did not sound like happy ones. If it was real, he hoped it was nothing near. She could be mad. He himself had seen the ease which insanity could dig into a mind, the way it took over with such insidious stealth. Until there was nothing left of the one you had loved.
If this was the case, it seemed truly cruel. Briella had long held a soft spot in his heart, the way she kept herself beyond the world. Perhaps that in itself has been the stress needed to give her such strange visions. That she knows his name is a little bit of luck then. A bit of luck and a bit of magic. For time certainly hadn't been on their side.
He continued the gentle stroking of her mane, the easy rubbing of his forehead against her neck. "Wherever you've been, I'm glad you've returned. Do you know where you are or where you're going next?" His questions were light enough, curiosity piqued with her of odd descriptions. Had she only appeared here for a night, just long enough to let him know she still was? His shooting star, illuminating the night for a bare heartbeat before vanishing once more into the endless sky.
@[Briella]