05-18-2021, 11:38 PM
She inherited the heart from her father, Basilica, a strong heart, this thing that refused to let them die. It is this heart that has him stood beside this stranger she’d recoiled from only moments before, each of them now ready to sacrifice their life for the other. It is this heart that now beats wildly in the cage of her chest, the pulse resonating in her throat, the base of her skull. It is not fear but adrenaline, anticipation.
She had been unprepared the last time she’d encountered one of them, caught unaware. She will be ready this time. Even more than that, she will not be alone. She will fight alongside a friend and the thought makes that strong heart twinge fiercely.
And then the shadow thing comes crashing out of the darkness and she feels the mare beside her move. Basilica grits her teeth and lunges, throws herself headlong into the fray. But the thing evades her somehow and her breath catches violently as she stops short, searching for it through the crushing black.
And then -
And then there is such a deafening sound that she thinks the thing has come for her. Light erupts behind her eyes (or so she thinks) and she wonders if this is what it feels like to die. Until she realizes that the light has not come from behind her eyes at all but from the sky instead and the thing has gone with the sun’s violent return. She grimaces against the blinding glow, pain searing through her head as she struggles to locate the mare.
They are alone here and the mare is bleeding. Chest heaving, eyes burning, Basilica goes to her. “I’m okay,” she assures the mare, so distracted by the state of her companion’s chest that she has not noticed the return of her own stars. “You’re bleeding,” she says, rushed, and reaches out to press her muzzle against the mare’s chest. She closes her eyes, relaxing into the magic that flows from her touch into Ciri’s wound, trembling faintly with the effort it takes to heal her.
She had been unprepared the last time she’d encountered one of them, caught unaware. She will be ready this time. Even more than that, she will not be alone. She will fight alongside a friend and the thought makes that strong heart twinge fiercely.
And then the shadow thing comes crashing out of the darkness and she feels the mare beside her move. Basilica grits her teeth and lunges, throws herself headlong into the fray. But the thing evades her somehow and her breath catches violently as she stops short, searching for it through the crushing black.
And then -
And then there is such a deafening sound that she thinks the thing has come for her. Light erupts behind her eyes (or so she thinks) and she wonders if this is what it feels like to die. Until she realizes that the light has not come from behind her eyes at all but from the sky instead and the thing has gone with the sun’s violent return. She grimaces against the blinding glow, pain searing through her head as she struggles to locate the mare.
They are alone here and the mare is bleeding. Chest heaving, eyes burning, Basilica goes to her. “I’m okay,” she assures the mare, so distracted by the state of her companion’s chest that she has not noticed the return of her own stars. “You’re bleeding,” she says, rushed, and reaches out to press her muzzle against the mare’s chest. She closes her eyes, relaxing into the magic that flows from her touch into Ciri’s wound, trembling faintly with the effort it takes to heal her.
@[Ciri] let me know if you don't want ciri healed and i can tweak the end lol