02-17-2021, 03:39 PM
It had been a bitchy thing to do. She knew it was, and she'd done it anyway. The thing was, Raul was so damn pacifist, so very peaceable, that it had been a battle to get him to show any emotion whatsoever once their mother left with her youngest sister.
Laia had stayed, because she thought her father would need her support while he and mother sorted things out. Instead, he'd shut her out completely, thrown himself into his work and left her feeling lonlier than she'd ever realized she could be.
She was stubborn. A trait granted by both parents, so really could be blame her for her persistence? She'd nagged, she'd nudged and finally, this morning, she'd blown it all up.
See, her colors shifted when she wanted them to. Only a selective palette, but, well, that was enough. Her mother's dark bay coat was well within the shades she could emulate. Between her coat and her antlers... The look on her father's face had almost been worth it. Almost, until the rawness of his voice told her (too late) that she'd pushed too far, and he'd kicked her out.
Not forever, mind. But he couldn't look at her. There was no yelling. Raul never yelled. He was furious though, and she knew better than to argue when he ordered her out of his sight.
So... Now she was here. Wandering in the dark, no longer bay but not her natural born buckskin either. She was no one worth being, not today. Instead, the colored pieces of her skin were a ruddy, angry red. Hard to tell in the dark, of course, but if you squinted...
A harsh sigh and a soft sniffle emanated from the young mare.
Family was messy. It was complicated. And she was so tired of trying to hold hers together. She'd stay out here for a few days, so she and her sire could cool off. It was dark and there wasn't crap to eat, but it was better than the tension she knew she'd left behind her. Her head dropped to the barren ground, hoping a scrap of semi-edible something would turn up under her nose, and that the headache blooming behind her eyes wouldn't linger. It was the last thing she needed right now.
Laia had stayed, because she thought her father would need her support while he and mother sorted things out. Instead, he'd shut her out completely, thrown himself into his work and left her feeling lonlier than she'd ever realized she could be.
She was stubborn. A trait granted by both parents, so really could be blame her for her persistence? She'd nagged, she'd nudged and finally, this morning, she'd blown it all up.
See, her colors shifted when she wanted them to. Only a selective palette, but, well, that was enough. Her mother's dark bay coat was well within the shades she could emulate. Between her coat and her antlers... The look on her father's face had almost been worth it. Almost, until the rawness of his voice told her (too late) that she'd pushed too far, and he'd kicked her out.
Not forever, mind. But he couldn't look at her. There was no yelling. Raul never yelled. He was furious though, and she knew better than to argue when he ordered her out of his sight.
So... Now she was here. Wandering in the dark, no longer bay but not her natural born buckskin either. She was no one worth being, not today. Instead, the colored pieces of her skin were a ruddy, angry red. Hard to tell in the dark, of course, but if you squinted...
A harsh sigh and a soft sniffle emanated from the young mare.
Family was messy. It was complicated. And she was so tired of trying to hold hers together. She'd stay out here for a few days, so she and her sire could cool off. It was dark and there wasn't crap to eat, but it was better than the tension she knew she'd left behind her. Her head dropped to the barren ground, hoping a scrap of semi-edible something would turn up under her nose, and that the headache blooming behind her eyes wouldn't linger. It was the last thing she needed right now.