05-14-2019, 07:12 AM
It was a ping that had brought her here; the kind felt in the gut that nags at the back of the mind. It’s a whim and a promising feeling of all the best things possible that refuses to go unnoticed. Lucky for Fate today, her target is not one that needed much convincing and prodding. Because no sooner than that tingle blossomed in her belly than did Catcher disappear between the trees that would swallow her home in the darkness behind her.
“Be back before dark,” her mother said to the girl’s vanishing back. A small nod and a head turned slightly back is the only affirmation she would get of her daughter’s understanding and it would have to be enough. Wanderlust had claimed the girl’s spirit not long after her first steps, in both this world and the world her father had created for her, and Kerrigan had long ago abandoned the hope that her girl would grow out of it. But just as every time before, worry would feather the lines of her brow when her head lowered to the grass below, praying to an ever absent God that she was raising a child right this time.
Briar tangled and dirt stained, the filly lost herself in the shadows and naked limbs that caught her chestnut mane as she passed. Normally, she would let their grasp slow her down, dragging her strides to a meandering crawl as she’d mimic the song of the birds above and watch the dance of the worms underneath. But today she hardly noticed the slow unraveling of minutes wasted in the Forest around her, because she was much more interested in the crackling of roots and twigs not far ahead.
Young and naive, the more dangerous ways of this world are foreign to her, so when she comes across a strangely marked girl not far from her own age, uncertainty does little to cause her to hesitate. Apparently unnoticed thus far, the girl spares a quick glance around them with curious amber eyes before dipping her horned head closer to the guarded form. Exhaling a puff of breath against the winged one’s mane, “Are you alright?”
@[Eyas]
“Be back before dark,” her mother said to the girl’s vanishing back. A small nod and a head turned slightly back is the only affirmation she would get of her daughter’s understanding and it would have to be enough. Wanderlust had claimed the girl’s spirit not long after her first steps, in both this world and the world her father had created for her, and Kerrigan had long ago abandoned the hope that her girl would grow out of it. But just as every time before, worry would feather the lines of her brow when her head lowered to the grass below, praying to an ever absent God that she was raising a child right this time.
Briar tangled and dirt stained, the filly lost herself in the shadows and naked limbs that caught her chestnut mane as she passed. Normally, she would let their grasp slow her down, dragging her strides to a meandering crawl as she’d mimic the song of the birds above and watch the dance of the worms underneath. But today she hardly noticed the slow unraveling of minutes wasted in the Forest around her, because she was much more interested in the crackling of roots and twigs not far ahead.
Young and naive, the more dangerous ways of this world are foreign to her, so when she comes across a strangely marked girl not far from her own age, uncertainty does little to cause her to hesitate. Apparently unnoticed thus far, the girl spares a quick glance around them with curious amber eyes before dipping her horned head closer to the guarded form. Exhaling a puff of breath against the winged one’s mane, “Are you alright?”
@[Eyas]
