07-23-2021, 07:47 AM
sickle
Sickle thinks she knows exactly where Malik is but she is not yet brave enough to go there. Not when everyone else seems to have forgotten her brother is missing in the first place, not when she seems to be the only one who remembers he had been there at all. It’ll be up to her to get him, then, but it is no simple thing to cross the mountains and walk into the place where she met her dad.
(Where she had died, but Sickle does not know how she has also seen time and memory been altered around her in different ways.)
So she searches for other things, other signs that someone else has seen him. And when that fails she goes to find something familiar, needing it.
She is flanked by her mother’s companion - Malou only has one foal to watch over now, after all - and through the trees they are followed by her own. A panther and a phoenix following the yearling with flowers in her mouth, who flickers between shapes and animals and colours because of her agitation and grief.
It takes her a few tries but she finds the pond she remembers swimming in, a muffled and quiet “Asterope?” rising into the morning air. She is suddenly worried that the filly she had met here no longer exists either as she places the tropical flowers she’s brought as a gift on the surface of the pond and then lays down at the edge as an iridescent blue fawn and waits.
(Where she had died, but Sickle does not know how she has also seen time and memory been altered around her in different ways.)
So she searches for other things, other signs that someone else has seen him. And when that fails she goes to find something familiar, needing it.
She is flanked by her mother’s companion - Malou only has one foal to watch over now, after all - and through the trees they are followed by her own. A panther and a phoenix following the yearling with flowers in her mouth, who flickers between shapes and animals and colours because of her agitation and grief.
It takes her a few tries but she finds the pond she remembers swimming in, a muffled and quiet “Asterope?” rising into the morning air. She is suddenly worried that the filly she had met here no longer exists either as she places the tropical flowers she’s brought as a gift on the surface of the pond and then lays down at the edge as an iridescent blue fawn and waits.
@asterope