all things are possible,
even the worst of things
He doesn't recognize him at first. It has been ages since he had last seen the red-capped white stallion. So much has changed in the intervening years, so many things had happened. He had lived, he had nearly died, he had loved, and he had grieved. So much gained and so much lost.
For a moment, he wonders if his old one-time friend would recognize him. Certainly he has changed. Physically of course, he is not much different. A little older, a little grayer, but still a large blue roan stallion without a tail. His eyes are a little less bright, a little less jovial, a little more tired and careworn, a little wiser, but still the same warm brown. Of course, he lacks the cat ears and slinky, curling cat tail he had sported last time they had met. But that's not really noticeable, right?
”Reilly?” he asks, deep voice questioning, a bit incredulous. ”Good god, it's been ages!”
And it has. So very much has changed. He had been through agony, become one with the shadows before Beqanna has seen fit to reclaim her rampant magic (he hadn't wanted them, at first. Had hated them, in fact. But now, he finds himself missing them, the shadows, missing their cool embrace). He has lost love and family and self. But he has gained too, so much bad tempered by a few good things that make everything worth living, worth enduring. His love, his beautiful children. He would give up anything for them, everything.
And he nearly has, but here he is. Alive and well, with his new family whole. A little bit less in self, in gifts, but still intact. And now, he has a little bit more. An old friend.
Albeit one who looks a bit… grumpy. ”You don't look so well, my friend.” A bit of grin teases his lips then. He too will remembers the after effects of the, er, gift his friend once had, and he wouldn't be surprised if the stallion is currently suffering those same effects in light of recent events.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch