Nyryn remembered what the winter's were like in Beqanna; she had been born here, just after the cold spells after all. The white backdrop bought back many memories for the blue roan; most of which were sad, sad and angry. Still after all the years that had gone by, she wondered what Beqanna was like, she wondered if her mother was still around. A large part of her, the bitter, cold part, wanted her to have curled up and disappeared into the earth. That would have been the best thing for the deaf mute. Another part of her, the softer side that she tried and tried to disperse, still thought of her sisters, her mother. What happened to them all, she wondered? Her sister, Lye, she would still be around. Gifted (or cursed) with immortality meant she would still be crossing the threshold of earth, until... until one could not cope anymore. The blue mare often thought of it; the loneliness that struck her, deep and harsh like a knife, into her heart, her soul. She felt the loneliness tugging her over the edge, and often she would stand by a cliffside, her wings rippling in the breeze and she contemplated what would happen if she just.. jumped.
But that wasn't to often. She grew bitter in the years after leaving Beqanna, and now back on the land's doorstep, she still felt the bitterness ache within her chest. her black wings coiled tightly to her bodice as she landed, smack bang in the heart of the Field. She'd come by here timeless occasions, just looked, never spoke. Her tongue remained silent, her mind open. It was that aching, tugging loneliness that was stabbing within her, that made her change directions from the Beach, to the Field. That was when Nyryn heard the call.
Her black tipped ears turned, flickered and then heard it again. Her wings unfurled and she shook off the remains of dusty snow. Her nasal passages flared, flared strongly and inhaled deeply, she drew a breath and lifted herself; walking in the snow was never her thing, in fact, walking just ever cut it for her. She was gifted with these ebony feathers, so she would use them. Nyryn tossed her head, spotting the steed just below her. She hovered for a minute and watched him. He kept calling, his tone almost urgent. she blew a soft nicker and automatically pinned her ears -- interaction with others she had not done for a few years, a loner, a vagabond, just a drifter, a lone snowflake upon the breeze.
Maybe it was time for a change.
She landed just infant of the piebald stallion, her wings fluttering, furling and neatly pressing back into her blue roan body. Her mismatched eyes, one blue, one brown, they took in the steed with a curiosity that she hadn't felt for years.
"Call any louder and you'll wake the dead." Nyryn chuckled and took a few steps forward but then a few to the side, never getting too close to a stranger. "Why the urgency?"
But that wasn't to often. She grew bitter in the years after leaving Beqanna, and now back on the land's doorstep, she still felt the bitterness ache within her chest. her black wings coiled tightly to her bodice as she landed, smack bang in the heart of the Field. She'd come by here timeless occasions, just looked, never spoke. Her tongue remained silent, her mind open. It was that aching, tugging loneliness that was stabbing within her, that made her change directions from the Beach, to the Field. That was when Nyryn heard the call.
Her black tipped ears turned, flickered and then heard it again. Her wings unfurled and she shook off the remains of dusty snow. Her nasal passages flared, flared strongly and inhaled deeply, she drew a breath and lifted herself; walking in the snow was never her thing, in fact, walking just ever cut it for her. She was gifted with these ebony feathers, so she would use them. Nyryn tossed her head, spotting the steed just below her. She hovered for a minute and watched him. He kept calling, his tone almost urgent. she blew a soft nicker and automatically pinned her ears -- interaction with others she had not done for a few years, a loner, a vagabond, just a drifter, a lone snowflake upon the breeze.
Maybe it was time for a change.
She landed just infant of the piebald stallion, her wings fluttering, furling and neatly pressing back into her blue roan body. Her mismatched eyes, one blue, one brown, they took in the steed with a curiosity that she hadn't felt for years.
"Call any louder and you'll wake the dead." Nyryn chuckled and took a few steps forward but then a few to the side, never getting too close to a stranger. "Why the urgency?"
NYRYN;
charon x locket
immortal & winged
into the endless grey
charon x locket
immortal & winged
into the endless grey