03-09-2018, 11:36 PM
BROKEN VISIONS LET THE DARKNESS HEAL
As much as it pains me to admit, in a short time this boy has grown on me. With his quick wit it is hard not to laugh with him at Banana’s expense. His stomach growls interrupting the fun, and I give a stern look. He goes on then to refuse a promise, and blames it on his genes. Weak genes or not, I am certain I can get at least a little meat on his bones. I decide not to fight him on this further, thinking he’s had enough of the parenting for now. Nudging him playfully, I settle for the sarcastic and humorous approach. ”Perhaps, Kori, you should try the peel for yourself. It seems your stomach is dying to get a taste.” I sense his hesitation for a moment and it parallels my own. I’m sure he has a father somewhere, but I don’t care to ask. It is a father that is not here right now and clearly not caring for him. Maybes someday I will inquire about it if I decide to care enough. And he certainly could take care of his own if needed be, I just feel inclined to intrude upon his life. It would seem however Trekori is welcome for my intrusion as he agrees to find a home with me.
He takes off quickly leaving little room for my curiosity. ”Oh, come on kid!” I yell after him, I watch him for a moment as he soars higher and higher. Consider it giving him a head start. With a huff and an eye roll I stretch my wings and hurl myself into the air after him. The boy may have gotten a head start but I am larger and my wings span much further, I do not lack far behind him and cursing him aloud for just being out of reach.
I land beside him and stomp my hoof in annoyance, ice blue eyes meeting his purple. ”You got a head start.” I am well aware we didn’t agree to any race, but I cannot help it. I don’t like being last. Thankfully the flight must do something for Kori’s stomach because he finally decides to eat something. As I peer around the field I can’t help but smile to myself.
It does not take long before we are approached by a winged man. He seems nice enough, and gets straight to the point. I like that. ”Hello, Brennen.” My hoarse voice finds its way out. ”I am Andulvar, and this is Trekori.” I nod in motion to glow-stick beside me.
He asks what home we are looking for, and I wish I knew. I am just pleased to be somewhere that fighting for a patch of grass is less of a possibility. With the fresh unpolluted air and a sun that actually shines. The boy said this was where they convinced us, and maybe what I want will speak to me through what is available. ”That just depends, what kind of home do you have to offer the boy and I?” Now I cannot think of just myself though, I must think of Kori also. While all I really know is that we need somewhere safe and promising, I start to think of what I intend to do here. Find a cause, I suppose. I could always go back to serving a militia but have I had enough of the fighting in my life already?
@[Trekori] @[Brennen] OK SORRY THIS SUCKS BUT I REALLY WANTED TO GET A RESPONSE UP