05-28-2017, 08:36 AM
He cannot help himself.
Her absence was profound. With her departure, he found himself lingering purposelessly in the warm caves of Tephra, listening to only the soft drip drop of water on smooth, wet stone. He would stare up into the stars; feeling lost once again, and overwhelms himself with thoughts of darkness and uncertainty. He needs their conversation, her touch against his flesh – he needs to see her. The emptiness of Tephra reflects the emptiness he feels, a yawning abyss growing larger and darker with each passing day. He feels himself slipping into the depths yet again and is reaching out for someone, anyone, to bring him back to shore. She was the only one that he knew he could find, though he’s not sure if he would search for anyone else.
Ever the protector and loyalist, he was visiting her to see if she was doing well and because she asked him to visit. It was not, of course, because of any of my needs, he lies to himself.
The travel to the Lake was easy, as springtime left glorious colors of flora and warm weather in its wake. He’s never been here, as he has never visited any of the lands that have sprung up in the last few months thanks to the faeries. He wonders if Tang yet truly understands the magic that encompasses Beqanna. Was anyone at the Lake able to answer her questions? With the displacement of Pangea residents, was there enough protection here? He sighs heavily. Winter seems so far away.
He cannot stay long, he tells himself. He may not even stay long enough to see the stars reach the open sky that shines blue above him. Every land is vulnerable right now and he cannot leave for a lengthy amount of time – Lucrezia didn’t even know that he was gone.
Warrick stops at the border, his long blue legs fading into the thin, bright green grass below him. The tendrils tickle his legs, wavering in the cool breeze. The air was clear and soft, so unlike the tepid warmth of his tropical home. It was nice to be able to stand beneath the sun and not sweat profusely. He closes his eyes momentarily, enjoying the afternoon’s sun. He could see why Tang would appreciate it here in the warmer months.
The bay stallion does not announce himself. The wind was strong enough to send his scent throughout the Lake, and he curiously waits to see who finds him first. Was there someone to keep watch over the land, to greet strangers and question them before they were able to enter? He hopes so.
Her absence was profound. With her departure, he found himself lingering purposelessly in the warm caves of Tephra, listening to only the soft drip drop of water on smooth, wet stone. He would stare up into the stars; feeling lost once again, and overwhelms himself with thoughts of darkness and uncertainty. He needs their conversation, her touch against his flesh – he needs to see her. The emptiness of Tephra reflects the emptiness he feels, a yawning abyss growing larger and darker with each passing day. He feels himself slipping into the depths yet again and is reaching out for someone, anyone, to bring him back to shore. She was the only one that he knew he could find, though he’s not sure if he would search for anyone else.
Ever the protector and loyalist, he was visiting her to see if she was doing well and because she asked him to visit. It was not, of course, because of any of my needs, he lies to himself.
The travel to the Lake was easy, as springtime left glorious colors of flora and warm weather in its wake. He’s never been here, as he has never visited any of the lands that have sprung up in the last few months thanks to the faeries. He wonders if Tang yet truly understands the magic that encompasses Beqanna. Was anyone at the Lake able to answer her questions? With the displacement of Pangea residents, was there enough protection here? He sighs heavily. Winter seems so far away.
He cannot stay long, he tells himself. He may not even stay long enough to see the stars reach the open sky that shines blue above him. Every land is vulnerable right now and he cannot leave for a lengthy amount of time – Lucrezia didn’t even know that he was gone.
Warrick stops at the border, his long blue legs fading into the thin, bright green grass below him. The tendrils tickle his legs, wavering in the cool breeze. The air was clear and soft, so unlike the tepid warmth of his tropical home. It was nice to be able to stand beneath the sun and not sweat profusely. He closes his eyes momentarily, enjoying the afternoon’s sun. He could see why Tang would appreciate it here in the warmer months.
The bay stallion does not announce himself. The wind was strong enough to send his scent throughout the Lake, and he curiously waits to see who finds him first. Was there someone to keep watch over the land, to greet strangers and question them before they were able to enter? He hopes so.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick