02-23-2019, 10:20 PM
He had to get out.
Just had to.
Couldn’t suffer one more moment of idle uselessness and lack of purpose besides being a prince. More like a pauper even amongst the impressive and ever-growing brood of siblings that his mothers sucked out of creation. He felt careless and wild, in ways that he never had as he forsook the cove and delighted in this sense of newfound freedom.
He just had to break free.
Couldn’t say from what - stagnation, maybe. His life was going nowhere, and fast! He’d put on some muscle but still looked small and effeminate for a grown colt. Felt small too, in such a vast obnoxious world. Like he didn’t know his place because he had no interest in politics, plague, or the other tedious nonsense his siblings and mothers delighted in.
Even love!
Once, he had loved to explore. To play and runs nd laugh with Will and Rhae. Now, he is aloof and quick to snap. Even the thought of beautiful Lyss in the cove’s surf isn’t enough to stay him. He feels a hot itch beneath his skin, like he needs to remove it and air it out in the sun; so he stretches his legs out for a good run and finds himself slowing once he notices to land changing from a familiar blue to the unfamiliar.
Great, the meadow.
His blue eyes look around but he has no expectations; it’s just a space occupied by snippets of sound from overheard conversations and looks quickly given then forgotten. Sviko is just happy to be standing there, a little sweaty and sweet-faced.