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don't get cut on my edges - Amet - 01-15-2019 don't get cut on my edges ─ I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon Even after all this time, it calls to him. Years have come and gone, and yet ─ he can smell the sweet perfume of the wisteria, feel the sweeping boughs of his favorite tree as they brush against his dragonhide back, hear the gentle rhythm of the crystalline lake as its barely-there tide laps against weather-worn pebbles and warm, dark sediment. Hyaline had always been home, no matter the other places he had seen and slept. No matter how many years he had spent following footsteps when he should have been leading. No matter the memories he had made. It was always Hyaline. Despite the chill of the winter, his first hoofsteps across the invisible threshold into the sanctuary feel so surreal, as if trapped in a dream, all wispy and bright. His molten amber eyes drink in the familiar downtrodden pathway and his nostrils flare to inhale as much of Hyaline's woodsy scent as physically possible, until his lungs threaten to burst and his chest screeches with hot flames. Familiarity with the scenery aside, it feels... different. It still grasps him like home, still comforts him as he enters just as a sanctuary should, but when he finally pushes through these two feelings, he knows what it is that's missing ─ @[Solace]. His fluttering nostrils catch her scent on the gentle squall that coaxes him further into the sanctum, but it's not as prevalent as it once had been. Amet hadn't expected the daughter of Tangerine and Warrick, so uncertain and yet so full of unbridled potential on the day he had departed, to remain at the helm of his sanctuary home for all this time, but he would have loved to see how she had grown into her crown after the years he had spent away. A melancholic twinge grips his chest momentarily, worried that the young light-bringer mare had left the world of Beqanna entirely. He can only purse his lips and hope to the contrary, until which point he has crested one of Hyaline's bordering foothills and a view of the lake, so serene and still, opens up for him like the embrace of an old friend. His favorite wisteria tree still sits at her water's edge, once dead and once revived by Kolera's hand. "Hyaline, how I've missed you," Amet whispers to himself as his hooves carry him confidently down the hill and through the forest pathway, heading in the direction of the crystalline lake but in no hurry to get there as his amber eyes work their hardest to linger on everything familiar about Hyaline that comes rushing back to him. - Amet - RE: don't get cut on my edges - Solace - 01-16-2019 S olace we're reeling through an endless fall we are the ever-living ghost of what once was @[Amet] AHHHHHHHHHHH RE: don't get cut on my edges - Amet - 01-16-2019 don't get cut on my edges ─ I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon Winter clings to naked boughs and runs chilly fingers up his spine, and despite the dragonhide that blankets him, Amet shivers. A quiet bout of laughter follows soon after as memories of his youthful kingship crawl forth from dusty, cob-webbed corners of his mind ─ he'd been so unsure, and yet... so determined to prove that he was no longer the young boy from the Dunes, his blood hot with desert sand, that he'd taken on the weight of a kingdom and its people at the age of two. And oh, how it still flourishes. He remembers rolling next to the lakeshore with Iset, laughing and rambling and butting heads with vernal giddiness until finally they decided... the Lake was no longer the Lake. It was Hyaline. It was theirs. A light-hearted smile alights itself upon his lips as he continues even further, noticing only now that the forest of flamboyants and wisterias, red maple and cherry, no longer speaks of the fire that had nearly destroyed it all those years ago. Not even a whisper. With each stride, the akhal-teke stallion falls into deeper and deeper love with the home that had become his sanctuary, and the sanctuary of so many others, after he had fled the Dunes as a child. And then, it surprises him. At first, Amet does not notice the sound of rustling wings or the wind that whips between cerulean feathers ─ the sound seems far away, masked by a gentle squall and the volume of his own thoughts. Only when Solace is nearly upon him does Amet yank his bright eyes from Hyaline's scenery and to the pegasus, surprised laughter falling from an open maw as she lands and rushes to him. Caught in a tight embrace, his own gilded neck flung over hers, relief floods through Amet's lithe body at the presence of the younger mare. "Solace," he responds in a tight-throated whisper as they recoil, though not unkindly, from each other's embrace. "I couldn't stay away," he tells her truthfully and with no preamble, "I was worried you'd be gone." With a gentle bump of his muzzle against her shoulder and eyes bright with curiosity, Amet motions towards the lake and his favorite wisteria tree. "Let's rest over there, and then I need you to tell me absolutely everything about the last few years." - Amet - RE: don't get cut on my edges - Solace - 01-18-2019 S olace we're reeling through an endless fall we are the ever-living ghost of what once was @[Amet] ugh, here is an ugly block of dislodge for you. i feel like i already gave him an overwhelming amount of info to respond to, so she will ask about his story in her next post <3 RE: don't get cut on my edges - Amet - 01-24-2019 don't get cut on my edges ─ I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon "Spring in Hyaline is unparalleled," he tells her simply, with unfettered excitement for the turn of the season. The wisteria's sweeping boughs would soon blossom with blue-violet flowers and the crisp winter air would be pregnant with their perfume. He nearly prances in place as they reach the lakeside. He takes his familiar place beneath the now-bare branches of his favorite tree and sighs all of the stress and exhaustion from his past few years straight out of his lithe dragonhide body as his bright amber eyes turn back to Solace. A gentle chuckle falls from his lips at her casual warning, but he nods her on ─ he needs to know everything. The akhal-teke listens with unfaltering attention to Solace's story ─ how badly he wishes to have been here in Hyaline to experience all that had happened, but how happy he is that the daughter of Tangerine and Warrick had been the one to man the helm. Familiar and unfamiliar names alike, a plethora of memories tug at his nostalgia. Svedka's unbridled youthfulness, Warrick's steadfast dedication, Tangerine and her brilliant smile... even Castile and the friendship Amet had felt for the dragon-shifter long ago. Gone are the remnants of any grudges. Gone are bruised egos. Simply, and above all else, the dragonhide stallion is happy to be home. He grins as she mentions children but doesn't interrupt, instead continuing to listen with fluttering ears and attentive eyes. Word of the plague that had spread by Carnage's hand pinches his expression and pushes a frown over his soft mouth, but to say he is surprised would be a lie. When Solace draws her story to a close and her ruffled feathers brush against her shoulder, he allows silence to fall between them for a few moments as he processes everything she has told him. "I'm sorry to hear of Warrick's sickness," he says finally, "how is he doing now?" His eyes search hers, another question playing at the tip of his tongue tentatively until finally he nearly blurts it ─ "And... Tangerine? How is she?" His heart aches with the absence of his old friend, and for now, only the excitement of returning to Hyaline is masking his pain. Amet has many more questions for the cerulean-winged mare but is uncertain which to ask her first. "Is Svedka still here? Where is Castile now? Will I get to meet Kagerus and your children?" he asks in quick succession before another bout of laughter falls from his lips, "I'm sorry. I don't know where to start." - Amet - RE: don't get cut on my edges - Solace - 02-05-2019 S olace we're reeling through an endless fall we are the ever-living ghost of what once was @[Amet] RE: don't get cut on my edges - Amet - 02-12-2019 don't get cut on my edges ─ I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon Attentively, he listens to Solace speak of Tangerine and Warrick. In his youth, it had pained him to see the pair together; he had known all along that Warrick was kind and deserving of Tangerine’s love, but that knowledge had done nothing to heal the aching wound in Amet’s own heart. He half-expects to feel that same twinge of melancholy now, but instead he feels only happiness that they are still together and well ─ and still living in Beqanna, no less. The last time he had seen his first friend, his mahal, she was leaving Beqanna to journey towards her homeland and beyond. He can’t help but to smile at the memory of her unwavering wanderlust, and with happiness that she had returned to the island of Beqanna if only for a short time. ”I remember all too well,” he tells her genially and with a gentle nudge to her painted shoulder, ”Fortunately, you have a family that understands the work involved with running an empire.” His amber eyes settle comfortably on the crystalline waters of the lake that lay sprawled before them, though his attention is still directed at Solace with pricked ears and the occasional nod of acknowledgment. ”I’ll plan a trip to Silver Cove to meet them, then,” he says with warmth in his eyes at the mention of Kagerus and her children. He thinks of his own, Takhar and Makhai, and hopes silently that their paths will one day cross again. Unfortunately for the dragonhide stallion, keeping track of the two boys would be difficult after the island of Eternal had sequestered itself away from the rest of the world. Mention of Svedka draws him away from his thoughts and with his renewed attention comes a short chuckle. "If I remember correctly, he was quite fond of your mother's homeland." The boy had inherited Tangerine's wanderlust, though Amet is partially surprised that the crown atop Solace's crest had not coaxed her twin to remain within the confines of the eastern kingdom. He dotes on this for only a moment as the conversation turns briefly to Castile ─ and while the stallion is curious about their children, he makes sure to take special note of the unfamiliar territory name. Icicle Isle. How odd it feels to know that Beqanna's fairies had simply risen land from the tumultuous depths of the ocean and fit it nearly into the geography of the island. He means to ask about the other new territories (new to him, he supposes), but Solace deftly changes the subject. And while he had known it would eventually become his turn to fill her in on the last few years of his life, the lithe akhal-teke hadn't been quite prepared to share. Nevertheless, Solace has a special place in his heart and so he begins to tell her the tale of his last few years, making sure not to avoid the less-than-pleasant portions that he may skirt around with others that he did not know so well. "Wise and weary," he says with the tilt of a smile at his lips, "Eione, Jah-Lilah, and I ventured to a place called Eternal. You would have liked it, I think. It was a small collection of islands, but one of them lived under eternal day and another under eternal night." He thinks fondly on his home from the past few years as his amber eyes slip over the comforting sight of Hyaline's lake. "Takhar followed soon after and built a life with his friends and new mate. I'm a grandpa now, you know." ─ an incredulous laugh ─ "Eione and I had a son. Makhai. He was born looking just like a dragon. But..." He pauses, throat tightening just enough to make continuing difficult but after a moment or two, he continues nonetheless. "I only ever got to see him on the day he was born. After that, an ice age took over the land and swallowed everything in darkness. I was separated from them. And after the world began to sink into the sea, I had to escape with my life. I just hope they made it off, too." He tries to smile hopefully but his lips quiver at the thought. He clears his throat uncomfortably, waiting for the tight heat within it to subside. "Beqanna was the only other place Eione had known. So maybe one day they will show up here. Takhar, thankfully, escaped in the other direction with Harrier, so I know he's off doing well. And probably stirring up some trouble while he's at it." - Amet - |