01-13-2021, 12:37 PM
Every step Yanhua had taken down the mountain was a step that left him grimacing in pain. The stumble at the summit had sliced open his knee, though the blood had clotted and frozen because of the plummeting temperatures in the dark. The wound still burned and swelled, leaving the stallion with a limp as he and Amarine wound their way carefully back down towards Beqanna’s meadowlands.
Something the fairy has said stuck with him - that there were more important things happening in Beqanna right now, which Yanhua clearly couldn’t deny. The sun was gone, for heaven’s sake. They’d all been cast into eternal night. Even the fairy herself had seemed… tired. He limped, grit his teeth, and took another step through the woods at the base of the mountain, his mind far away from where they were headed or even where they were going right now. Faintly, he recognized that Amarine had said something, but Yanhua was miles away from the butterfly mare. The words went directly over his head.
He limped again and stopped, blinking through the murk of his thoughts as her desperate plea slowly roused him to his senses. Yan looked up and then back, realizing just how bare and cold his side had become from the instant loss of her breathing over his skin, and he hobbled around to limp back to where she stood waiting.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, bumping his nose against hers in the dark. He hadn’t meant to disappear into himself like that. “You’re right. We need a plan. The twins…” He trailed off at a loss for words. The twins were in the playground, weren’t they? Waiting for their parents. He didn’t have to look around to see that they weren’t anywhere near the common lands. The woods at the base of the Mountain should’ve thinned out long ago.
He crooked his damaged knee and thought for a second or two. Splitting up was out of the picture. There was simply no way he was leaving Amarine right now, knowing (without the aid of his echoes) that she’d been on edge and not her usually tempered self. Besides, Yanhua was worried about how far he’d actually make it on this hobby-horse knee of his.
“You remember where you dropped Reynard off?” Yanhua asked rhetorically before continuing. “We should start there.” He sounded confident in the assessment. “Cheri should’ve found him by now; they’re probably together at this very moment, waiting on us.” The goat-horned male told his mate, trying to assuage her fears.
But how to find their way? How to tell left from right in a place like this?
“Can you fly?” He wondered quietly, ears flicking at the sound of rustling in the dark. He looked up and around, then when nothing showed itself he looked back to his companion. “My only idea is for you to try and make it up and have a look around…” Yan suggested quietly, already feeling the hopelessness of such a thing. He’d never actually seen Ama use her wings before, and the branches (though bare) were woven together above them.
Something the fairy has said stuck with him - that there were more important things happening in Beqanna right now, which Yanhua clearly couldn’t deny. The sun was gone, for heaven’s sake. They’d all been cast into eternal night. Even the fairy herself had seemed… tired. He limped, grit his teeth, and took another step through the woods at the base of the mountain, his mind far away from where they were headed or even where they were going right now. Faintly, he recognized that Amarine had said something, but Yanhua was miles away from the butterfly mare. The words went directly over his head.
He limped again and stopped, blinking through the murk of his thoughts as her desperate plea slowly roused him to his senses. Yan looked up and then back, realizing just how bare and cold his side had become from the instant loss of her breathing over his skin, and he hobbled around to limp back to where she stood waiting.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, bumping his nose against hers in the dark. He hadn’t meant to disappear into himself like that. “You’re right. We need a plan. The twins…” He trailed off at a loss for words. The twins were in the playground, weren’t they? Waiting for their parents. He didn’t have to look around to see that they weren’t anywhere near the common lands. The woods at the base of the Mountain should’ve thinned out long ago.
He crooked his damaged knee and thought for a second or two. Splitting up was out of the picture. There was simply no way he was leaving Amarine right now, knowing (without the aid of his echoes) that she’d been on edge and not her usually tempered self. Besides, Yanhua was worried about how far he’d actually make it on this hobby-horse knee of his.
“You remember where you dropped Reynard off?” Yanhua asked rhetorically before continuing. “We should start there.” He sounded confident in the assessment. “Cheri should’ve found him by now; they’re probably together at this very moment, waiting on us.” The goat-horned male told his mate, trying to assuage her fears.
But how to find their way? How to tell left from right in a place like this?
“Can you fly?” He wondered quietly, ears flicking at the sound of rustling in the dark. He looked up and around, then when nothing showed itself he looked back to his companion. “My only idea is for you to try and make it up and have a look around…” Yan suggested quietly, already feeling the hopelessness of such a thing. He’d never actually seen Ama use her wings before, and the branches (though bare) were woven together above them.
@[Amarine] word vom, sorry <3