09-18-2017, 10:55 PM
Spring has come and signs of new life are everywhere. New faces appear to call the lake home, babies are born with fresh potential, blank chapters begging to be written. The flowers peel open their bright petals and reach for the warmth of the sun. It is a breathtaking place, Hyaline in Spring. And she is leaving it.
The gnawing discomfort in her heart grows day by day. She finds herself searching for his smile, reaching for the soothing presence of his warm gilded gaze upon her. It frightens her, this feeling that seems to grow as the days pass. She was at least certain of the things she had faced in the Underneath, they had been clear in their intent as monsters. Amet was more confusing, the thoughts he inspired in her. The thought that there might be more then just friendship between them.
She’s certain she must be the only one to feel the tension, for he gives his smiles and affection willingly to any that seek it. It was his way, to comfort and bring happiness to his people. She does not like the gnawing envy in her chest when he looks to anyone but her. It wasn’t like her, to be so affected by one person. To be affected by anything really. Every night she looks to the stars above, seeking an answer in their twirling gaze. For once they are silent, leaving the decision up to her.
So she decides it’s best to go, go now. Before anyone gets hurt, before she gets hurt.
Heart heavy, her slow steps reluctantly start to plod around the lake. Searching for him. Her wounds are now ugly scars that mark her black coat like chalk. Her strength was back enough for her to move short distances. She can make the trip in time back to the common lands. To return to the life she had always know. Her chest constricts with the thought of his disappointment. She’s unsure of what she will even say. What could she say? He had nursed her back to health and now she was going, would he understand?
His piercing whistle cuts to the core of her, making her freeze in her tracks. Dread spreading over her, not ready to face him. Her hooves reluctantly carry her battered figure in the direction of his voice. A frown flickers at the corner of her lips, her features confused when she realizes he won’t be easy to find. A small trail of flattened grass gives her a clue and she winds up the hill, going further then she ever has into Hyaline before.
When she finally spots him, she is tired. Her barrel heaves with the effort of going so far, not use to such exertion since her illness. The smile comes natural and unbidden when her metallic gaze falls on him, instantly forgetting why she had needed to see him to begin with. Slowly the reason filtering back as she closes the distance between them and there’s something uneasy that hints at the back of the swirling silver. The scaled King is framed on both sides by long heavy boughs laden with flowers. The scent of wisteria and honeysuckle lingers in the air around him as she searches his face. Worry on her own expression as she realizes how on edge he is. ”Is everything ok?” She whispers softly, her own nerves starting to get the best of her. Maybe he already knew. Her concern grows, confirmed, when he says he needs to talk to her.
”Amet…” She pauses, her mouth suddenly dry. Searching his golden eyes intensely before something catches her gaze behind him. Slowly, aching, she moves slightly past him. Her eyes widening as she catches a peek of what lay behind him. Curiosity as she flicks back to him, a question in her eyes.
The gnawing discomfort in her heart grows day by day. She finds herself searching for his smile, reaching for the soothing presence of his warm gilded gaze upon her. It frightens her, this feeling that seems to grow as the days pass. She was at least certain of the things she had faced in the Underneath, they had been clear in their intent as monsters. Amet was more confusing, the thoughts he inspired in her. The thought that there might be more then just friendship between them.
She’s certain she must be the only one to feel the tension, for he gives his smiles and affection willingly to any that seek it. It was his way, to comfort and bring happiness to his people. She does not like the gnawing envy in her chest when he looks to anyone but her. It wasn’t like her, to be so affected by one person. To be affected by anything really. Every night she looks to the stars above, seeking an answer in their twirling gaze. For once they are silent, leaving the decision up to her.
So she decides it’s best to go, go now. Before anyone gets hurt, before she gets hurt.
Heart heavy, her slow steps reluctantly start to plod around the lake. Searching for him. Her wounds are now ugly scars that mark her black coat like chalk. Her strength was back enough for her to move short distances. She can make the trip in time back to the common lands. To return to the life she had always know. Her chest constricts with the thought of his disappointment. She’s unsure of what she will even say. What could she say? He had nursed her back to health and now she was going, would he understand?
His piercing whistle cuts to the core of her, making her freeze in her tracks. Dread spreading over her, not ready to face him. Her hooves reluctantly carry her battered figure in the direction of his voice. A frown flickers at the corner of her lips, her features confused when she realizes he won’t be easy to find. A small trail of flattened grass gives her a clue and she winds up the hill, going further then she ever has into Hyaline before.
When she finally spots him, she is tired. Her barrel heaves with the effort of going so far, not use to such exertion since her illness. The smile comes natural and unbidden when her metallic gaze falls on him, instantly forgetting why she had needed to see him to begin with. Slowly the reason filtering back as she closes the distance between them and there’s something uneasy that hints at the back of the swirling silver. The scaled King is framed on both sides by long heavy boughs laden with flowers. The scent of wisteria and honeysuckle lingers in the air around him as she searches his face. Worry on her own expression as she realizes how on edge he is. ”Is everything ok?” She whispers softly, her own nerves starting to get the best of her. Maybe he already knew. Her concern grows, confirmed, when he says he needs to talk to her.
”Amet…” She pauses, her mouth suddenly dry. Searching his golden eyes intensely before something catches her gaze behind him. Slowly, aching, she moves slightly past him. Her eyes widening as she catches a peek of what lay behind him. Curiosity as she flicks back to him, a question in her eyes.
Ciri