Iset
goddamn right
you should be scared of me
She missed her family more than she ever thought herself capable of missing anything. Missing Sakir, of course, was a given, but what really surprised her was the pit that grew heavy in her stomach anytime she thought of Amet. The look of disappointment, fear, and shame that rested upon his face over a year ago when she had first fled Hyaline would be burned into her brain forever, and be recalled to the forefront of her mind during moments of particularly deep self loathing. you should be scared of me
Her explorations with Fox were pleasant, sure. And she had to admit that she was growing fonder of him every day. But he was just so happy all of the time! I mean, seriously, how is someone constantly that cheerful? It was exhausting. With a mumbled excuse about needing some time to herself, she had turned away from the young stallion with a promise to return to him after she was able to catch a breath of air.
She wandered for a while with no particular destination in mind, but letting her feet guide her away from the chatter, the excitement. She needed silence.
She felt a ghostly memory of hope bloom deep in her chest as she wandered through the heavily wooded area her subconscious had guided her to. She stops just shy of a clearing, eyes closed and breathing deeply as she tried to place the flickering hope to the memory it belonged to. Something about the heady scent of the Forest mixed with her own had her craving two more, and suddenly the memory surfaces. She had found Sakir here after she had stormed away from Hyaline.
Of the many smells that had been present in the Forest that day, only three were worth remembering. One belonged to her, one was missing completely today, but the third…it could be her imagination; her desire to see her eldest brother again manifesting into something tangible, but the scent that she had grown so familiar with during their years in Hyaline seemed to be present in some way, shape, or form.
Eyes still closed, still hidden in the snarling vines and branches of the Forest, she hears something. Sure, it could be the whisper of the wind tricking her just as her mind seemed to be recalling Amet’s scent only to punish her.
The call was cautious and timid, so unlike the ruler that she had left behind in Hyaline. This was her first clue that the voice and the scent lived inside her head; Amet had never been timid. Quiet, reserved maybe. But he always managed to act with dignity. This voice sounded more like the brother that she had known in the Dunes. Her second clue was the words he said, Iset. Her name. But why would he be calling out to her? He hates her, and rightly so.
Nevertheless, her curiosity and desperation guides her forward, closer to where the hesitant question had come from. What she saw before her shocked her into silence. Amet himself, not a hallucination or a memory, was standing in the clearing where she had once laid by Sakir’s side and screamed at their brother for abandoning them. She froze, unable to move or speak, as the siblings laid eyes on each other for the first time since she had destroyed their home.
@[Amet]