when the words lay heavy on my heart
i am lost, led only by the stars
In her heart of hearts, Kerowyn hopes that her father will still be in his winter fortress, but it has been years since she’s seen him. As far as she knew, her mother’s death was a hard blow to the ice general’s life. She’s sure he’s since recovered, because time heals all wounds and the man is as immortal as the wall he stands behind. The bay woman really knows very little about her father, and can only hope that it isn’t too late to kindle some sort of relationship with him. She’s sure he has many children by now, but there was only one Morphine, and only two of their children. He must be a great-great grandfather a hundred times over, but these children will be hers, and in the end, he is the only one she has left.
There is Caeli, of course… but sometimes she wonders if her black twin was but a sunlit dream, some figment of her imagination that her mother conjured up to keep her company. It isn’t likely that every kick in the womb, every snuggle beneath the star-spotted sky could be completely fictional, but to doubt that would be to doubt her mother’s power - and Kerowyn could never do that. Kerowyn could also never doubt the goodness of her mother, and so she knows that her twin is flesh and bone, even though the days they spent together feel like no more than a dream.
This cold, however, is far from the world they’d grown up in. Her pale blue eyes lose focus as she contemplates how very different she is now, than she was a couple of years ago. It isn’t surprising that she doesn’t notice the invisible stallion and visibly jumps some time after he reveals himself. She gasps, and takes a hasty step backwards. It is reflexive, betraying her true nature when it comes to fight or flight. “Oh!” she says softly, before trying to collect herself.
“Thank you.” - no, she must not stammer, she must not be timid or quiet. She must be as her mother wanted her to be, not some fearful little creature that allows herself to be taken advantage of. “I’m - I’m looking for my father. Brennen. Is he here?” She searches his face for some sort of sign other than polite duty. A yes would mean the world to her; a no might break her heart. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen him.” she says as an addendum, as if he were the gatekeeper, and she a supplicant. If she begged enough, if she reasoned with him, he just might give her the answer she’s looking for.
kerowyn
brennen x morphine
