this is the light that shines; Joscelin/Isilya/any

[Joscelin]

joscelin

She wonders if she will ever truly consider this home again. She watches the distant sunrise, gilding the hills in golden light, slowly warming the peaks and valleys, promising a beautiful day. The magnificent sight does not fill her with joy, or welcome, or warmth, or pride as it might another. As it does Ramiel. Instead a powerful apathy settles over her, chilling her heart, her very bones. What had happened to her, the happy, carefree girl who had once danced these hills?

Perhaps one day she would be happy again. Her moods are mercurial, as swift and changeable as a summer storm. In a single breath, the apathy changes to anger. A deep, encompassing anger that sweeps through her like a rolling tide. She doesn’t know why she is so angry. Why her moods won’t stabilize. Why she can’t hold herself in check as easily as she once did. She does not ask. For now, she does not even wonder. She lets the anger sweep over her, carrying her away like a gale force wind.

The shriek leaves her throat at the same moment a blinding burst of light explodes from her. Every crack delineated in her small body sends a shockwave of brilliant white light into the ether. When vision returns, the surrounding trees and rocks are pockmarked with small, pinprick sized holes where the light had broken against its surface. The outburst eases her anger, only to allow the apathy to return.

She closes her golden eyes, opening them again once several long moments have passed. It is then that she sees him there, leaning against an ancient oak. Her brother. Ramiel. He had probably just missed her violent outburst. She stares at him for several heartbeats, wondering what tokens the black magician had left with him. Nothing visible, like the cracks scoring her skin.

She does not approach him, some small part of her that could still feel wishing to protect him from the danger that she represented. The burst of rage and light had not been her first, and she had no doubt it would not be her last. Even now, light skitters along the cracks in her skin, sparking brightly against the her vivid red and white coloring. She does not move away either. She cannot seem to find the desire to. Instead, she speaks only two simple words to the black and gold stallion.

Go away.

there's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye

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