02-08-2021, 11:04 AM
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Gale.
With him, things had always been different. Eyas never felt like hiding around him, or pretending to be strong when she felt weak and useless. Why should she, when he could always see right through her? Her black eyes searched his face for secrets, finding odd shadows and lines instead, and Eyas marveled at how quickly they’d come undone when it made no sense at all for them to be like this. So… uncomfortable around each other.
The world had not condoned this. They’d been perfectly made for one another, crafted in the same womb. She liked to forget about Tiercel but she couldn’t - he’d been crafted there too, perhaps as penance for what the future would unfold between the three of them - which for a moment upsets her. She’d like to blame this all on him, since it’d cropped up after his impromptu arrival here to Islandres, but Eyas simply couldn’t. Eventually, she would have to face the reality that she was pouring her problems into a vessel unsuited for revenge. Tiercel was her brother, just like Gale. Her twin, even if she felt the opposite. She would have to forgive herself and Tiercel for things spun wildly out of their control.
She would have to, but not tonight.
Not right now.
Right now, she can only try and patch the hole torn between herself and her best friend.
His question surprised her.
Eyas started with a flick of her black-tipped ears and the quick jerk of her chin as it rose in defense. She’d expected that they would be talking about Tiercel’s visit… not about their father, whose very mention rattled something deep and hidden inside of Eyas’ chest. She swallowed, then lifted her wings and tucked her nose underneath them to one side so she could whisper to her children. One after the other, the little twins worked themselves free of their mother’s embrace and trotted off, lingering for a second to look back at their dam with that strange, holographic flash of light playing in their predatory eyes.
When they’d gone off far enough, Eyas turned to look back at her elder brother.
“You think I know the answer because I lived with him and mother in Taiga, when it all started happening, don’t you?” Eyas murmured to Gale, careful of her tone and deliverance. She wondered what he was thinking, asking such a thing. “But he never said anything about it. Not once did he ever say aloud to us: ‘this is happening’. I don’t think he was fully aware of it himself.” She pondered softly, looking out and away toward the sea. Lately, the current began to change and swell at odd times. It had everything and nothing to do with the Eclipse.
“But that’s not true either.” Eyas thought aloud, flipping mentally through all she’d seen and gathered in her time spent trying to find a way to stop the curse. “He must’ve known the moment it happened. The moment he ate Wyrm’s heart…” The little mare’s thoughts drifted off, remembering that scene as it played out through her father’s eyes. Heartfire had been there that day. Her speckled, stormcast coat looked so sharp against the backdrop, standing as it was over the pile of disintegrated ash that had been their great-grandfather Wyrm. And the heart, still-beating, lay atop the remains. Clear as yesterday, more painful than ever before.
Eyas blinked her eyes and clenched her jaw.
With him, things had always been different. Eyas never felt like hiding around him, or pretending to be strong when she felt weak and useless. Why should she, when he could always see right through her? Her black eyes searched his face for secrets, finding odd shadows and lines instead, and Eyas marveled at how quickly they’d come undone when it made no sense at all for them to be like this. So… uncomfortable around each other.
The world had not condoned this. They’d been perfectly made for one another, crafted in the same womb. She liked to forget about Tiercel but she couldn’t - he’d been crafted there too, perhaps as penance for what the future would unfold between the three of them - which for a moment upsets her. She’d like to blame this all on him, since it’d cropped up after his impromptu arrival here to Islandres, but Eyas simply couldn’t. Eventually, she would have to face the reality that she was pouring her problems into a vessel unsuited for revenge. Tiercel was her brother, just like Gale. Her twin, even if she felt the opposite. She would have to forgive herself and Tiercel for things spun wildly out of their control.
She would have to, but not tonight.
Not right now.
Right now, she can only try and patch the hole torn between herself and her best friend.
His question surprised her.
Eyas started with a flick of her black-tipped ears and the quick jerk of her chin as it rose in defense. She’d expected that they would be talking about Tiercel’s visit… not about their father, whose very mention rattled something deep and hidden inside of Eyas’ chest. She swallowed, then lifted her wings and tucked her nose underneath them to one side so she could whisper to her children. One after the other, the little twins worked themselves free of their mother’s embrace and trotted off, lingering for a second to look back at their dam with that strange, holographic flash of light playing in their predatory eyes.
When they’d gone off far enough, Eyas turned to look back at her elder brother.
“You think I know the answer because I lived with him and mother in Taiga, when it all started happening, don’t you?” Eyas murmured to Gale, careful of her tone and deliverance. She wondered what he was thinking, asking such a thing. “But he never said anything about it. Not once did he ever say aloud to us: ‘this is happening’. I don’t think he was fully aware of it himself.” She pondered softly, looking out and away toward the sea. Lately, the current began to change and swell at odd times. It had everything and nothing to do with the Eclipse.
“But that’s not true either.” Eyas thought aloud, flipping mentally through all she’d seen and gathered in her time spent trying to find a way to stop the curse. “He must’ve known the moment it happened. The moment he ate Wyrm’s heart…” The little mare’s thoughts drifted off, remembering that scene as it played out through her father’s eyes. Heartfire had been there that day. Her speckled, stormcast coat looked so sharp against the backdrop, standing as it was over the pile of disintegrated ash that had been their great-grandfather Wyrm. And the heart, still-beating, lay atop the remains. Clear as yesterday, more painful than ever before.
Eyas blinked her eyes and clenched her jaw.
Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above
@[Gale]
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