02-19-2020, 08:48 AM
Her sincerity warms the smile he already wears; she sounds as hopeful to find out more about his story as Blue himself. That he will soon know more than he’d ever hoped is an unknown, though surely if it were not it would add even more brightness to this conversation. As it is, he is happy to hear about Divest’s family. He’d asked her at their first meeting if Ruinam was her father, but she’d denied it, naming only her mother instead.
Mary is her mother, he remembers, and Sinner her father. The two names are not familiar. His memories lack sound, as visions always do, and if had heard those names in the past they are no longer with him. Her family was scattered after the loss of power, he learns, and Divest had been brought here to grow up. Blue cannot think of a safer place than the quiet and unassuming resort, and thinks Divest’s mother had been wise to choose this place.
Loess, she says, and Blue remembers the name on the lips of the piebald stallion. Does Mary know Castile, he wonders? Has she left her daughter here in favor of the company of dragons? It seems a strange choice, but no stranger than the disappearance of a sister that Divest mentions. At that, Blue frowns despite the soft laugh of his companion. She seems to brush off the absence of her family with little concern, the very opposite of Blue who thinks he might do anything to find them. If only he had proof they were alive at all.
“I think every day here has a silver lining,” he tells her, choosing the laughter that she has rather than the sadness of an absent mother and sister. “I will be forever grateful to Ruinam for inviting me here.”
“Do you think you’ll live here forever?” Blue asks, curious despite himself.
Mary is her mother, he remembers, and Sinner her father. The two names are not familiar. His memories lack sound, as visions always do, and if had heard those names in the past they are no longer with him. Her family was scattered after the loss of power, he learns, and Divest had been brought here to grow up. Blue cannot think of a safer place than the quiet and unassuming resort, and thinks Divest’s mother had been wise to choose this place.
Loess, she says, and Blue remembers the name on the lips of the piebald stallion. Does Mary know Castile, he wonders? Has she left her daughter here in favor of the company of dragons? It seems a strange choice, but no stranger than the disappearance of a sister that Divest mentions. At that, Blue frowns despite the soft laugh of his companion. She seems to brush off the absence of her family with little concern, the very opposite of Blue who thinks he might do anything to find them. If only he had proof they were alive at all.
“I think every day here has a silver lining,” he tells her, choosing the laughter that she has rather than the sadness of an absent mother and sister. “I will be forever grateful to Ruinam for inviting me here.”
“Do you think you’ll live here forever?” Blue asks, curious despite himself.