She had hurt him with her declaration. It was plainly visible in the way his eyes cut away from her, staring into the river's current, in the way curling tendrils of smoke betrayed the turmoil of emotions she'd ignited. For a moment she felt a tinge of fear. It was the primal recognition of a predator that she had dared to antagonize, and could get easily pay the ultimate price to. Hadn't she once made a similar comment? That if he killed her, it would surely be of her own doing. But the moment passed, enough for him to respond flatly, enough for her to notice that her was avoiding meeting her gaze now. Fine. Let him sulk, she thought.
He had said he would follow her, but doubt lingered in her mind. How could she think to let him out of her sight now? Would he vanish again, as soon as she closed her eyes? Faith was a difficult thing to hold, she was discovering.
With a brief nod her painted wings stretched wide, weakened muscles straining to lift her into the air. Feathers had regrown slowly, still hard to trust as she tested them on an updraft. How long had it been since she had been able to soar? It didn't bear thinking of. Instead she lent herself to the moment. Accompanied by eddies of breeze she carved an easy path through the sky, accompanied by the one she knew she belonged to. It wasn't a bond easily broken, although time had done its best. With more time, perhaps it would heal stronger than ever. She hoped that would be the case.
It was a short, silent journey. Not that being heard over the wind was an easy thing to begin with, but for now she was intent on her purpose. Find the boys, introduce Castile, deal with the consequences of said plan. That was about as far as she was willing to plan at the moment. The island kingdom of Ischia gleamed like a jewel even as the rest of Beqanna grew colder. It seemed that it would continue its purpose of being a crossroads to her life. A broad stretch of sand caught her eye, nearby the the little island Ivar and his family called home. On it stood a pair of equine figures. One was familiar to her, pale and shimmering in the light, with outsized wings folded at his side. Santana was certainly an easy boy to pick from a crowd.
Smiling faintly she began her descent. Soon her dainty hooves thudded into the white gold sands, knees nearly buckling under the forgotten stress of landing. Tana and his spotted companion were clearly visible now. With a wickered greeting to her son, she eyed the young mare beside him. Oh dear, now that could be trouble. This did not look to be an ideal time to be crashing in on him, and his brother was nowhere in sight... dammit. So much for even short term plans. Still, it was too late now. Hitching a polite smile to her face, the sparkling mare dipped her head to the girl, then looked back towards the stallion she hoped had followed her.
The two males looked nothing alike at first glance. Tana had followed her fine boned structure, and held a milder version of her dished face. Looking closer though, the similarities grew. For one, although paler, Tana shared Castile's patched coat pattern. The draconian wings were the easiest give away, but the way he carried himself was also all Cas.
For a moment she couldn't have spoken even if her life had depended on it. Taking them in together was a heart stopping vision, blurred around the edges by emotion. "Castile, meet Santana. Tana, this is Castile, your father." As if there were any other Castile it could be. She swallowed past a lump in her throat, blinking her eyes clear again. With an apologetic laugh she turned to the golden girl. "I'm sorry, dear, I don't know your name yet. I hope we're not interrupting anything terribly important." She shrugged, knowing life had taken things well and truly beyond her control.
SABRA
I'm Hell on Heels, Say What You Will
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