m e r a x e s
even at the best of times i'm out of my mind
So it seems that Malone has gone and gotten himself a girlfriend, and it just so happens to be the lady that took Meraxes’s eye in the first place.
Meraxes is happy for his little brother – of course he is – but he can’t help but feel a little jaded about it as well. Of all the girls, it just had to be the one who made him do all sorts of mischievous things and then ripped his eye from his head, rendering him half blind? He gets that Malone had bargained with his own heart to get his big brother an eye back – even if it’s not even his eye – but why the trickster mare? Let’s not even get him started on the fact that his little brother has more game with the ladies, and he’s going to be a father come springtime.
Jealous doesn’t even begin to cover it.
It bothers him sometimes, being so alone here, if one could call it that. He supposes that his social exile has mostly been self-imposed; his jealousy has kept him from speaking freely with his brother, for fear of what he would reveal in his envy, and with Ophanim mostly in Sylva with Starsin, he doesn’t even have his father to lean on and confide in. He could go off and find Cyprin again – he had so much fun with her that day! – but he doesn’t know if she’ll even remember his face, it’s been so long. Who would’ve thought that the gold-and-white son of Ophie would be so shy?
He is near the border when he hears a girl calling for her mother, and he makes his way towards the noise curiously, peering from behind a tree to look for the voice. It is a girl, maybe his age or so, and he decides at once that he’s never seen her in Loess before. So why is she here looking for her mother? Curious and trying to find the confidence he had as a foal, he steps up towards her, head tilted curiously. “Not to state the obvious, but I’m not your mother,” he tells her as he approaches, smiling with more confidence than he feels.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone around here that looks like you, either,” he adds, halting a few feet away. “I’m Meraxes, by the way.”
@[Dracarys]
