Awakening [Any/All]

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

The absence of her true story doesn’t bother him. If she came here a few years or a few weeks ago, it was still quite the same to the blue-colored stallion. She was here, now, and that’s what mattered to him despite everything else inbetween. “I’ve been blind nearly my entire life.” Zephyr tells him, and a little piece of the puzzle clicks neatly into place.

So. Carnage had transformed her. There’d been very little hesitation in her manner of walking (a lifetime of restriction now free of its chains and suddenly, she’s become a graceful sort of thing) even when they dipped beneath the cutting streams she’d only seemed a bit jerky. “Instinct…” He deems it, “Instinct and lots of it.”

He approves. He also rather likes the way she joins him at his side, the pale color of her throttled coat contrasting rather nicely with his in the near-black night. “You always were.” He barks, rather suddenly. “Something other than just the blind girl, I mean.” Claw explains, those lanky appendages of his slowing to a fine halt at the shore of his favorite island.

“You were always something grand. I can tell because I haven’t driven you off yet. You’re not like the others, Zephyr.” Longclaw tells her, a roguish smile tipping his lips upward. “Now you’re simply stronger than before.”

It’s spring, and Tephra is always unbearably hot, but Longclaw still settles into a comfortable stance and summons the spherical shape of his powers - a manifestation of blue-white flame - to appear before them and from there, he shapes the matter until it takes the form of a large bird. “Tephra is bold and powerful, but we have fewer eyes than before to patrol the shores. Diable, though he might as well be my closest friend on the island, is going partially blind himself and that’s simply a matter I have no control over.”

With the soft exhale of a sigh, Longclaw blows his bird into life and sends it flapping up and out to circle the shoreline. A second hand of sorts, to help with patrolling. “We could use your new sight, Zephyr.” He tells the white mare, tilting a handsome face aside before the shift of his forelegs turns him ‘round to face her. “Have you thought about joining the Guard?”

“Or perhaps a herd?” He thinks rather snappishly, the flats of his blunt teeth grinding together so that the question won’t slip free.

@[Zephyr]