12-30-2020, 04:12 PM
And when all the lights are broken, You keep the fire going
Yanhua wants the world for his children. He’s knows it’s an impossible task, that the world doesn’t bend to grant favors to any horse in particular, but he reasons that if he works hard enough, loves hard enough, raises his children correctly and sees to it that they want for nothing, then perhaps Taiga will become a world of wonders for them to return home to - wherever their individual journeys in life lead them.
He thinks that for himself and Memorie, this little walk to the meadow might be a good start in that direction. Yanhua worries a little, but not so much about her sharing his strange gift. Theirs is a taxing and rewarding sort of power, ebbing and flowing as it comes. He only really worries how it might affect @[Memorie], considering his own childhood had been a rather lonely and sad kind (aside from his twin and Brazen, and Elena). He expected that it would be hard living with a mother working through adult problems, problems that little foals shouldn’t have to see or concern themselves with, but Memorie not only shows she can handle that much and more with a little echo, she also proves that Yanhua had gravely miscalculated just how wonderful his daughter could be.
It seemed like Borderline needed Memorie more than Yan had realized, and what was concerning only moments ago was now familial pride. He explained as best he could, knowing that in her life there would be many teachers coming and going to help his little Memorie become master of her own world. He hoped, at the very least, that his contribution would help her blossom into the beauty she was certainly becoming.
“Dad. You can call me dad, or Pappa Yan.” He laughed at his daughter’s playful antics, reaching out to nip the air above her head harmlessly. Dad or daddy was fine; for some reason he couldn’t understand, Cheri had taken to calling him Pappa Yan. He assumed she was still puzzling out the family dynamics, given their … unconventional group. “Let’s start right now, shall we?“ He challenged Memorie, now that the two were breaking through the forest and entering the clear, bright meadow.
Small clusters of white flowers sprouted everywhere, carpeting most of the clearing, but where they didn’t touch the earth was where fresh clumps of grass drank in the sunlight. The crop was lovely this time of year, green at the tip and almost blue near the soil where it sprouted. Delicious enough that Yan was enticed to swoop his head down and yank a cluster free from the dirt to take a nibble. He allowed Memorie a moment or two to herself, then swallowed and rested his legs as he spoke.
“I’m going to send you an echo, but I want you to close your eyes and get a feel for it.” He asked of her. In his mind, he plucked the ripe memory of him and his twin here many years ago, come to frolic with Lilliana before she’d gone away. Yanhua did his best to make the memory clear and sharp, then he shoved the echo out from himself with a mental push and let it ripple across the space between himself and Memorie.
“Concentrate for a minute.” His voice had lowered, softened. “Feel the memory before you see it in your mind’s eye. Notice how your body reacts, how you visualize it, and then how it slips away again afterwards.” Yanhua schooled her.
“The more you recognize your gift and understand how it works, how familiar you become with it’s touch and unique sensation, then the easier it’ll be to recognize in the future and stop it from coming altogether.” He murmured gently.
He thinks that for himself and Memorie, this little walk to the meadow might be a good start in that direction. Yanhua worries a little, but not so much about her sharing his strange gift. Theirs is a taxing and rewarding sort of power, ebbing and flowing as it comes. He only really worries how it might affect @[Memorie], considering his own childhood had been a rather lonely and sad kind (aside from his twin and Brazen, and Elena). He expected that it would be hard living with a mother working through adult problems, problems that little foals shouldn’t have to see or concern themselves with, but Memorie not only shows she can handle that much and more with a little echo, she also proves that Yanhua had gravely miscalculated just how wonderful his daughter could be.
It seemed like Borderline needed Memorie more than Yan had realized, and what was concerning only moments ago was now familial pride. He explained as best he could, knowing that in her life there would be many teachers coming and going to help his little Memorie become master of her own world. He hoped, at the very least, that his contribution would help her blossom into the beauty she was certainly becoming.
“Dad. You can call me dad, or Pappa Yan.” He laughed at his daughter’s playful antics, reaching out to nip the air above her head harmlessly. Dad or daddy was fine; for some reason he couldn’t understand, Cheri had taken to calling him Pappa Yan. He assumed she was still puzzling out the family dynamics, given their … unconventional group. “Let’s start right now, shall we?“ He challenged Memorie, now that the two were breaking through the forest and entering the clear, bright meadow.
Small clusters of white flowers sprouted everywhere, carpeting most of the clearing, but where they didn’t touch the earth was where fresh clumps of grass drank in the sunlight. The crop was lovely this time of year, green at the tip and almost blue near the soil where it sprouted. Delicious enough that Yan was enticed to swoop his head down and yank a cluster free from the dirt to take a nibble. He allowed Memorie a moment or two to herself, then swallowed and rested his legs as he spoke.
“I’m going to send you an echo, but I want you to close your eyes and get a feel for it.” He asked of her. In his mind, he plucked the ripe memory of him and his twin here many years ago, come to frolic with Lilliana before she’d gone away. Yanhua did his best to make the memory clear and sharp, then he shoved the echo out from himself with a mental push and let it ripple across the space between himself and Memorie.
“Concentrate for a minute.” His voice had lowered, softened. “Feel the memory before you see it in your mind’s eye. Notice how your body reacts, how you visualize it, and then how it slips away again afterwards.” Yanhua schooled her.
“The more you recognize your gift and understand how it works, how familiar you become with it’s touch and unique sensation, then the easier it’ll be to recognize in the future and stop it from coming altogether.” He murmured gently.
And when all the nights feel like they're closing, You're leaving an opening