07-24-2020, 07:16 AM
He isn’t one to force himself upon anyone (in a way), to force someone to live with him and accept him for what he is, does, and represents. As circumstances are, however, the ice dragon finds that he cannot escape Taiga altogether; especially not when both of it’s leading mares seem to need something of him - a rock to rely on, breaking the waves that might otherwise drown them.
Find Lilliana - check. Help her find herself? That’s another thing altogether. But could the same be needed for Lethy - he supposes so. She had been lost in a different way and he had failed to see it before she had jumped off a cliff and forced his hand. It’s not his fault for scratching her, then, but it is his fault for taunting her - perhaps similar to when Sabra had wanted to die, to rest.
But that hadn’t had the outcome he had hoped for, either.
He finds her by the sea today, quite on accident since he just went to Taiga to check on Lilli, even if he told himself he did that for Nashua. Instead he found Izora by the shore, or rather in the water, and he changes direction. The scaled roan does not hide his approach, but doesn’t do his best to make noise either. She’ll either hear or she won’t.
Just short of greeting distance, he stops a moment to study her. She looks worse than when she had just been wounded, in a way. Not because of the raw marks on her or the pregnancy, but the look in her eyes. She reminds him of Lilliana - also haunted when he had displayed his hurt to her in a similarly sulking way. Perhaps that was his destiny then - to sulk through the world and make everyone he met question themselves for it.
”You look like shit.” he concludes, tail lashing slowly past his hocks as waves splatter a little higher up than a moment before.
Find Lilliana - check. Help her find herself? That’s another thing altogether. But could the same be needed for Lethy - he supposes so. She had been lost in a different way and he had failed to see it before she had jumped off a cliff and forced his hand. It’s not his fault for scratching her, then, but it is his fault for taunting her - perhaps similar to when Sabra had wanted to die, to rest.
But that hadn’t had the outcome he had hoped for, either.
He finds her by the sea today, quite on accident since he just went to Taiga to check on Lilli, even if he told himself he did that for Nashua. Instead he found Izora by the shore, or rather in the water, and he changes direction. The scaled roan does not hide his approach, but doesn’t do his best to make noise either. She’ll either hear or she won’t.
Just short of greeting distance, he stops a moment to study her. She looks worse than when she had just been wounded, in a way. Not because of the raw marks on her or the pregnancy, but the look in her eyes. She reminds him of Lilliana - also haunted when he had displayed his hurt to her in a similarly sulking way. Perhaps that was his destiny then - to sulk through the world and make everyone he met question themselves for it.
”You look like shit.” he concludes, tail lashing slowly past his hocks as waves splatter a little higher up than a moment before.
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Izora Lethia]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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