05-03-2022, 09:38 PM
“A walk,” Myrna agrees with a content nod. Swimming shapes are not her favorite, and so the young mare is not especially good at them, and there will always be time for flying later. Maybe if they take one of the trails up the mountain they could fly back down. It doesn’t take much skill to soar, and exhilaration of it comes in part from beyond conversational speeds. But Myrna is not really thinking about flying, or the walk, or of anything except Sickle at all.
She listens with rapt attention, blue-grey eyes wide.
The Forest, Sickle says. Myrna has only ever stood at the edge of the Forest, having found the shadows of the place a little too eerie. She’d suggested searching for her grandparents in the Meadow instead, and Mazikeen had agreed. So to hear that her sister spends time there, and perhaps deep in the woods if she’d found a pond instead of just more trees, and had befriended someone who lives there.
Or rather, someone who is stuck there. Being trapped in the Forest does not sound at all pleasant, and to learn that Sickle stays so that she might have company offers Myrna further insight into who her sister is. Not selfish, but kind. Myrna feels a weight lift at that, one she’d tried to ignore as much as possible.
She’d been worried Sickle might be like their father.
But she is anything but, it seems, and Myrna leads the way toward a trail that will give them a good view of the alley, smiling all the while.
“We’re probably just gonna miss Bolder,” she says, as chatty by nature as her sister is when nervous. “He’s on patrol with Malik, but they won’t be back this way again for a few hours.”
@Sickle
She listens with rapt attention, blue-grey eyes wide.
The Forest, Sickle says. Myrna has only ever stood at the edge of the Forest, having found the shadows of the place a little too eerie. She’d suggested searching for her grandparents in the Meadow instead, and Mazikeen had agreed. So to hear that her sister spends time there, and perhaps deep in the woods if she’d found a pond instead of just more trees, and had befriended someone who lives there.
Or rather, someone who is stuck there. Being trapped in the Forest does not sound at all pleasant, and to learn that Sickle stays so that she might have company offers Myrna further insight into who her sister is. Not selfish, but kind. Myrna feels a weight lift at that, one she’d tried to ignore as much as possible.
She’d been worried Sickle might be like their father.
But she is anything but, it seems, and Myrna leads the way toward a trail that will give them a good view of the alley, smiling all the while.
“We’re probably just gonna miss Bolder,” she says, as chatty by nature as her sister is when nervous. “He’s on patrol with Malik, but they won’t be back this way again for a few hours.”
@Sickle