And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Not much could’ve woken Eyas from her slumber. She dreams, eyes wide open, and lives vicariously through the tendrils of connections far outside of Islandres. The earth around her cycles on, growing roots and leaves over her steady hooves that never move, save for when Satana comes to visit or Catcher enters her truly-sleeping dreams. She hasn’t flow in months, and hardly feels the need to eat. Instead, she watches her siblings wander. Gale is the most adventurous of them all these days, Narcisus a close second. Her abandoned son concerns her; she’d left him in the den and irony was bringing him right back to her homeland, a living ghoul who’d suck out the flesh of others and would certainly devour her, if they met here. She worries silently about Elios and Kestrell, hopes that their stars align again and that both stallions find themselves in this big world. Marni is long gone - far beyond where Eyas can see. She wishes her well. Sometimes she wishes she could join her eldest sister.
But @[Tiercel] is the one who surprises her awake.
Her third and eldest triplet is the one that washes ashore Islandres and has her dark eyes opening wide, staring out into the dinge of the inner jungle bog with a pop of her mouth.
Unthinkingly, the little pegasus pulls free from the roots tangled around her hooves and stutters uneasily out from her little covey near the base of the dormant volcano. She knows exactly where he is, wasting no time by walking and instead opening her ill-used wings (which dump dried and crackling leaves in their wake) before pumping them weakly by her sides. It would’ve been faster for her to run, but Eyas had always kept herself malnourished on purpose - part punishment, part depression - and so by the time Tiercel had looked inland he might’ve just been able to make out the teetering sight of her rising above the glossy green canopy to soar down toward the beach where he lay.
She’s not graceful, but she does land. It takes her a few more strides than usual, and when she finally slows to a halt Eyas is covered in black sand. For a moment there’s a smile covering her dark lips, but then it falters; she remembers their earlier childhood and how Tiercel had struck out on his own long before the chaos of Taiga and their father’s curse. It makes her pause, wary, a few meters away.
“Tiercel?” She calls out hesitantly. “Are you alright?”
But @[Tiercel] is the one who surprises her awake.
Her third and eldest triplet is the one that washes ashore Islandres and has her dark eyes opening wide, staring out into the dinge of the inner jungle bog with a pop of her mouth.
Unthinkingly, the little pegasus pulls free from the roots tangled around her hooves and stutters uneasily out from her little covey near the base of the dormant volcano. She knows exactly where he is, wasting no time by walking and instead opening her ill-used wings (which dump dried and crackling leaves in their wake) before pumping them weakly by her sides. It would’ve been faster for her to run, but Eyas had always kept herself malnourished on purpose - part punishment, part depression - and so by the time Tiercel had looked inland he might’ve just been able to make out the teetering sight of her rising above the glossy green canopy to soar down toward the beach where he lay.
She’s not graceful, but she does land. It takes her a few more strides than usual, and when she finally slows to a halt Eyas is covered in black sand. For a moment there’s a smile covering her dark lips, but then it falters; she remembers their earlier childhood and how Tiercel had struck out on his own long before the chaos of Taiga and their father’s curse. It makes her pause, wary, a few meters away.
“Tiercel?” She calls out hesitantly. “Are you alright?”
Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above
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