05-24-2018, 01:06 AM
Much like all seasons, spring had its own scent. In Hyaline it was floral with notes of rain, intermingled with the crisp mountain air. She knew that the foals were being born, but Briseis still did not know anyone enough to really pay attention. She merely assumed that despite Beqanna’s peculiarities, the reproductive cycle was more or less similar to what she liked to refer to as “the real world”. There was a part of her that, if it weren’t for her reoccurring nightmares, would be convinced that this place was a dreamland. Wings and magic, Kings and Queens, faeries and mysteries...it still seemed unreal. It was only the shadow-spun webs that took over her sleep that reminded her that, when she finally awoke (sweating, breathless, trembling), that this was real.
Her nightmares were difficult to decipher. Most often she dreamt of being driven into the sea, but she cannot see the faces of those she feared. They are faceless, and even though she tries to look at them, she can’t. And so she runs. She runs straight and fast even though the roaring of the waves grows louder, even though she can feel the spray of the sea. She runs even as the waves crash into her chest, cold and powerful. It isn’t until she is drowning, gasping, that she wakes up. It is all too similar to how she had awoken in Beqanna for the first time - washed upon the shore, weak and confused. Only now when she wakes up, she is in Hyaline, and even though she tells herself she is safe, she can never to go back to sleep.
Sleep deprived, she walks along the outskirts of the kingdom, as she often did during the day. The black mustang seemed to find some sort of comfort in finding new paths, having become so accustomed to solitude that she didn’t know what to do with her newfound safety in the sanctuary kingdom. She was grateful that Kagerus had brought her here, but still she struggled with blending in.
She winds her way through a thin copse of trees, and that’s when she sees them. They are coming towards her, and her heart immediately leaps into her throat, caught off guard. Her eyes flit to Kagerus’ face, and then to that of the dark stranger. Her movements had come to a halt, the raven-black mare standing somewhat rigidly, only the breeze stirring her tangled mane. She realizes her unease often comes across as rude, and a faint smile lifts the edge of her lips. ”Oh...sorry. I was just...walking,” she lets the sentence trail off, realizing how lame it sounded. Obviously she was walking. They both had eyes, she was sure they could have came to that conclusion without her help. With her heart beat beginning to slow down she settles her eyes on the stranger, her shapely head lowering just slightly as a form of greeting. ”I’m Briseis.”
And then there is a period of silence, which to her feels like it stretches on for eternity. With uncertainty she looks to Kagerus, and this is the first time she feels what she can only recognize as tension (perhaps sadness?) in the air, and she begins to realize that perhaps she had just unknowingly interrupted something private. ”I’m sorry,” she says with no other explanation, and she shifts her weight to set off past the duo.
Her nightmares were difficult to decipher. Most often she dreamt of being driven into the sea, but she cannot see the faces of those she feared. They are faceless, and even though she tries to look at them, she can’t. And so she runs. She runs straight and fast even though the roaring of the waves grows louder, even though she can feel the spray of the sea. She runs even as the waves crash into her chest, cold and powerful. It isn’t until she is drowning, gasping, that she wakes up. It is all too similar to how she had awoken in Beqanna for the first time - washed upon the shore, weak and confused. Only now when she wakes up, she is in Hyaline, and even though she tells herself she is safe, she can never to go back to sleep.
Sleep deprived, she walks along the outskirts of the kingdom, as she often did during the day. The black mustang seemed to find some sort of comfort in finding new paths, having become so accustomed to solitude that she didn’t know what to do with her newfound safety in the sanctuary kingdom. She was grateful that Kagerus had brought her here, but still she struggled with blending in.
She winds her way through a thin copse of trees, and that’s when she sees them. They are coming towards her, and her heart immediately leaps into her throat, caught off guard. Her eyes flit to Kagerus’ face, and then to that of the dark stranger. Her movements had come to a halt, the raven-black mare standing somewhat rigidly, only the breeze stirring her tangled mane. She realizes her unease often comes across as rude, and a faint smile lifts the edge of her lips. ”Oh...sorry. I was just...walking,” she lets the sentence trail off, realizing how lame it sounded. Obviously she was walking. They both had eyes, she was sure they could have came to that conclusion without her help. With her heart beat beginning to slow down she settles her eyes on the stranger, her shapely head lowering just slightly as a form of greeting. ”I’m Briseis.”
And then there is a period of silence, which to her feels like it stretches on for eternity. With uncertainty she looks to Kagerus, and this is the first time she feels what she can only recognize as tension (perhaps sadness?) in the air, and she begins to realize that perhaps she had just unknowingly interrupted something private. ”I’m sorry,” she says with no other explanation, and she shifts her weight to set off past the duo.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece