06-27-2021, 07:43 PM
sickle
Sickle is left near the border of Tephra by a white dragon. She receives a gentle nudge as a farewell and then she is left alone in the darkness of the night - the soft rise and fall of her chest and the blue-green glow surrounding her proving that she is alive despite the drying blood on her neck from a wound that no longer exists.
Her companion wakes from a fitful slumber as soon as Sickle connects to the ground in the jungle and he rises out of his nest and goes to find Wishbone. He would collide with the mare if he could, would pull on her mane and burn her with the blue flames on his body. He cannot touch her so he flutters in front of her face, shrill noises coming from him, and he does whatever it took to get her to move, to follow him.
So he can lead her to where Sickle is waking, where she opens her mismatched eyes for the briefest of moments - enough to see that her father and the white mare are no longer there, enough to see that she is somewhere else, and then she closes them again.
She shifts into a blue wolf pup so that she can more easily curl in on herself as she cries - not knowing what else to do with the tidal wave of emotions that are rolling through her young mind.
Her companion wakes from a fitful slumber as soon as Sickle connects to the ground in the jungle and he rises out of his nest and goes to find Wishbone. He would collide with the mare if he could, would pull on her mane and burn her with the blue flames on his body. He cannot touch her so he flutters in front of her face, shrill noises coming from him, and he does whatever it took to get her to move, to follow him.
So he can lead her to where Sickle is waking, where she opens her mismatched eyes for the briefest of moments - enough to see that her father and the white mare are no longer there, enough to see that she is somewhere else, and then she closes them again.
She shifts into a blue wolf pup so that she can more easily curl in on herself as she cries - not knowing what else to do with the tidal wave of emotions that are rolling through her young mind.
@Wishbone