05-20-2018, 11:25 PM
haze like a fever
i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet
It is once their meeting draws to a close that Wishbone departs from Breckin and Tähti. She urges the two other Nerinian’s to travel home without her and if Scorch wanted to bitch about the heir traveling back to Nerine by herself then she could do so once she crossed the border. The mahogany girl hadn’t expected to see Svedka at the meeting and she had been correct. Her brother — a kindred heart to her own youthful one — didn’t seem to have a taste for diplomacy.
So she goes in search of him once Breckin and Tähti depart safely, spinning away from the border on her heels to race away. It feels delicious to stretch her legs on Hyaline’s wide valleys. With the snow-dipped mountains, crisp blue sky, and fresh spring air, Wishbone feels free enough to give a wild buck in the midst of her run and let out a gleeful cry.
Her dark mane whips against the sleek muscle of her neck as she begins to slow, reaching the clear lake she’d swum in with her brother the first time she visited Hyaline. Although the visit had initially been intended for politics, Wishbone and Svedka had been able to dance and twirl and swim and dream the day away until the sun dropped in the sky. Warmth finds the girl’s heart as she remembers that day fondly.
Wishbone’s amber eyes scan the lake’s surroundings. Cattails poke through the surface of the shallows while silver minnows dart against the sand and pebbles on the floor of the embankment. The girl drops her nose toward the water, allowing her sable nostrils to quiver a ripple of air across the surface before she pressed her mouth down and took a drink. When she raised her head once more, Wishbone took a few steps into the lake’s shallows, enjoying the briskness of the mountain run-off. “Svedka?” Her voice seemed to echo off the faces of the mountainsides as she searched for her brother.
So she goes in search of him once Breckin and Tähti depart safely, spinning away from the border on her heels to race away. It feels delicious to stretch her legs on Hyaline’s wide valleys. With the snow-dipped mountains, crisp blue sky, and fresh spring air, Wishbone feels free enough to give a wild buck in the midst of her run and let out a gleeful cry.
Her dark mane whips against the sleek muscle of her neck as she begins to slow, reaching the clear lake she’d swum in with her brother the first time she visited Hyaline. Although the visit had initially been intended for politics, Wishbone and Svedka had been able to dance and twirl and swim and dream the day away until the sun dropped in the sky. Warmth finds the girl’s heart as she remembers that day fondly.
Wishbone’s amber eyes scan the lake’s surroundings. Cattails poke through the surface of the shallows while silver minnows dart against the sand and pebbles on the floor of the embankment. The girl drops her nose toward the water, allowing her sable nostrils to quiver a ripple of air across the surface before she pressed her mouth down and took a drink. When she raised her head once more, Wishbone took a few steps into the lake’s shallows, enjoying the briskness of the mountain run-off. “Svedka?” Her voice seemed to echo off the faces of the mountainsides as she searched for her brother.
@[Svedka]