Make Your Own Breaks {Isilme}

[isilme]

oh, i was reckless, once was breathless
but i’ve got a feeling and keep believing i’m never gonna give this back

Isilme had never been good at making friends, either. She was outgoing, but not particularly sweet; beautiful, but rough around the edges. It doesn’t bother her — she has a zebra forced to be at her side, after all — but she does enjoy finding other people to talk at (less so listening to these other people, yet another reason she doesn’t have very many friends).
The Cove is quiet today. Perhaps the winter has driven people further away from the shore, or perhaps everyone has followed her mother to Pangea, but regardless, Isilme and Spot remain. They walk, side by side, until she sees another body in the distance. His green points and horns give him away: her younger half-brother, Nolin.
Despite Nolin and his twin Athena only being a year younger than Isilme and Austra, she hardly knows her half-siblings. Because they each had their own twins, they segregated themselves, and Isilme was often too busy wandering or hunting to spend time with them. He looks lonely, even from afar, and she wonders where Athena and her own twin are.
“Nolin!” she calls, picking up the pace to join him, Spot slowly trudging through the snow behind her. “Hey!” she says when she reaches him, shifting her wings to fit comfortably at her side. “Whatcha doin’?”

isilme