11-10-2017, 09:13 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
He knows he cannot fool her. Jah-Lilah knows when he is lying, so there is no sense in telling her that his lack of sleep is the true culprit behind his sour demeanor. He explains his story easily enough, concentrating more on the shape of the words than on the emotions that threaten to rise and wash over him. He will not have that. He is done being upset about it now. The only thing left to do is remain flat and emotionless until it has all passed and he has forgotten the heartache. Perhaps slightly illogical, but frankly the young stallion doesn't care.
He watches as the red soothsayer scurries about her den, gathering plants that he has never seen nor tasted before. He's curious, amber eyes following her closely to see if she is making another sort of paste, like the one she had created for Ciri the night she had surfaced from the Underneath. The memory draws a sigh from Amet's lips but he does not linger on the thought of it, instead turning the entirety of his attention back to the red wytch, who had been oddly quiet since his confession.
He wonders, then ─ had Ciri told her about Castile?
She had meant to come to Ischia. It is only logical that the starry-eyed mare had sought out the soothsayer who'd helped bring her back from near death. He makes to ask Jah-Lilah, but the mare has gathered her items and placed them upon the earth before him and Amet turns his amber eyes towards each pile suspiciously. "A journey?" he inquires hesitantly, though the red mare's nudge does help to comfort him. He snakes his gilded neck out, nostrils flaring to inspect the shoots and the mushrooms, curious what remedy they will offer him.
He lips at the shoots, off put briefly by their bitterness before he draws them into his mouth and chews them quickly, forcing the foliage down his throat. He watches Jah-Lilah nervously, his soft muzzle reaching for her. "Jah," he whispers with a shaky voice, "How will this heeeellllppppp?" His pupils have dilated, time has slowed. He can see only the red wytch. His guiding light. "Jaaaaahhh," his words creep slowly from his maw, "Jaaahhh..."
His words slowly fade to silence, and then he succumbs.
Amet
@[Jah-Lilah]