Evening was upon them.
The sudden drop in the temperature hinted that the day had grown tired and weariness clung to Vi as she stood attentively, her eyes staring blankly ahead of her. Her dark tipped ears followed the sound of the conversation, the only clue that she was not made up of stone. Leilan spoke with no hint of any reservation towards their turbulent childhood. Standing beside him, the musky scent of him assaulted her senses, drawing her back to a time of familiarity. She’d been young with the events of her past unfolded. There was much that she questioned and struggled to come to grasp with. He may have been able to move past certain events, but she felt herself holding on to her grief like it was an old friend.
Her brother was young yet, in body and in spirit. Beside him she felt her mind drifting farther away from the present. Yes, he had been there for her, for a short time, when the world felt as if was crumbling underfoot. Their parents’ untimely departure had left her filled with insecurities and questions. Emptiness and hopelessness had plagued her as she fought to find the answers she longed for. She couldn’t understand why everyone she loved seemed to leave her. After a while, it became clear to her than maybe she hadn’t been enough for them to stay. The absence and loss of Volcan had driven everyone away, blinding them to the truth of her existence. Vi hadn’t been enough and, still, she wondered if things had really changed. Perhaps that had been why she had disappeared for so many forgotten years.
Distracted from the building darkness around her, she listened intently to the details of their sibling’s intricate lives. Name spilled from his lips, many of which were unknown or unheard and she felt nothing but apathy towards these family members that had strayed so far out of her reach. Still, she smiles and nods in response. Whether she’d met them or not, she was still glad to hear that they were doing well.
Before Vi can steal a moment to respond, the sound of Drustan’s exclamation drew their attentions. A smile plants itself upon her lips as she listened to her son’s inquisitive remarks upon one aspect of her brother’s appearance. Enraptured, she imagined her roaned son leaning forward as Leilan spoke of the golden streaks throughout his mane and the goddess who had placed them there. Beqanna truly was a magical place and she was grateful that her child would grow strong there within it’s protection.
It felt odd that so much could happen and change while she’d been away. Once again she found herself feeling a separation from reality. Detached and unsure.
VI
lights will guide you home
@[Drustan] | @[Leilan]