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all things are possible: Scorch - Shahrizai - 10-26-2018 The trees have become all but bare, the chill fingers of winter slowly stretching her fingers over the land. The dusky pewter stallion lingers beneath those boughs, staring north as thoughts tumble through his mind. He had left the cozy warmth of his small glenn, leaving his youngest daughter in the safe embrace of Ilka. The thought of beautiful little Peridot curled up against his Ilka sends warmth through his belly, into his heart. He loves them so fiercely, would do anything for them. Even now, he doesn’t particularly wish to leave, had left them with what shadowy protection he could summon. And yet this oddly persistent feeling that something is not quite right still lingers. It has been too long since he last visited Nerine. Since he last visited his mother. The thought of the fierce, loving woman who had raised him stirs him into motion, his feet turning north along a familiar trail. Perhaps she could quell the unfamiliar disquiet inside of him. Soon the thick of the wood gives way to the curves of the river. From there the land turns rocky, hilly, until he makes his way to the coast, following it’s uneven arch until he reaches the borders of the northernmost kingdom. His gaze, warm, the color of the richest chocolate, surveys the coastal kingdom. Taking in the rocky cliffs and endless beaches. For a moment, he wonders about his eldest daughter, vibrant and wild and so fiercely independent (and he wonders about her twin, the son he hasn’t seen in years). Perhaps their paths would cross. Perhaps not. He never knows with her. After only a moment’s pause, he continues forward. Scorch has never been difficult to find. With her sharp vision and strangely intuitive sense, no doubt she already knows of his presence. And sometimes, no matter how old one gets, a mother’s wisdom is all one really needs to soothe ancient fears. All things are possible, shahrizai even the best of things. @[Scorch] RE: all things are possible: Scorch - Scorch - 10-27-2018 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle @[Shahrizai] @[Blue] I am writing Blue in so that she can meet her brother on this side but I don't expect you to reply! I might send her off to play at the end of this, pm me if you would like it changed or if you want in on the thread : )! Also sorry for the wordsplosion and. yknow. crazy scorch feels. RE: all things are possible: Scorch - Shahrizai - 11-09-2018 It is almost a weight from his shoulders, to see his mother making her way towards him. Always, she had been his rock. He had been cast adrift when she’d died, lost and alone in a world that had abruptly betrayed him in so many ways. Ilka had brought him back, given him purpose in life again when he’d thought he’d had none. Eventually, everything had been made right in his world, or at least nearly so (still he cannot love the shadows. They had been the catalyst for everything terrible in his life). His mother had returned, and Ilka is safe and warm and protected. He would never leave his very heart unguarded. Were it not for their young daughter and their latest child even now swelling in Ilka’s belly, he might have brought her with. But she needs her rest, and he would ensure she received it. He is surprised to see a child clinging to his mother’s heel, but he forgets momentarily when she pulls him into her embrace. He holds her just as tightly as she holds him, uncaring that the embrace lasts just a bit longer than usual. His mother so rarely truly needs him, and if he could be here for her in whatever need she had, he would do so gladly. The smile curves his lips when she finally releases him, an automatic gesture but still filled with warmth and caring. His mother would always make him smile. “I’ve missed you too, Ma.” He blinks when Scorch introduces Blue, his gaze dropping to the young filly with curiosity. His smile is warm and genuine as he lowers his head to greet the little roan with a soft whuff. “Hello Blue,” he offers gently, his chocolate brown gaze glimmering with easy affection. When Scorch nudges the filly off to play a few moments later, Shah lifts his head to peer at his mother in consideration. The fearsome woman is uncustomarily edgy, nervous almost. Shah has never seen his mother quite this way, and it worries him. He shifts closer, pressing his muzzle comfortingly against the warm strength of her neck. No matter the issue, she must know he would try to help. “What aren’t you telling me?” All things are possible, shahrizai even the best of things. RE: all things are possible: Scorch - Scorch - 11-21-2018 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle @[Shahrizai] RE: all things are possible: Scorch - Shahrizai - 11-29-2018 There had always been a deeper understanding between them. Perhaps one of the many reasons her death had affected him so badly. But there is more to that understanding that a shared story, he thinks. More than just the surface similarities. And so it worries him that she seems so uncomfortable now, as though she fears what she has to tell him as much as she needs to relieve the pressure from her chest. It is so uncharacteristic, so unlike the woman he has known his entire life. Surely nothing could be so terrible? When the words tumble from her lips, Shah blinks. For a long moment, he stares at her, as though her words haven’t quite absorbed into his conscious. Whatever he had thought she might divulge, this certainly had not been it. Indeed, it takes him a moment to even recall Brennen. He knows him, of course, had met him briefly once upon a time, long ago. But that is where his knowledge of him ends. Which, unfortunately, leaves him very little to go on when considering his mother’s revelation. He doesn’t say anything immediately, his brow furrowing as he tries to sort his thoughts. Tries to consider the ramifications of her admission. Of what had happened to his father and where he fit into all of this. He had not seen him in some time, and perhaps there was more to that than met the eye. Though it is tempting to blurt every question he has at once, he refrains. Because, despite his confusion, his concern and love for his mother are much greater. And the pain that she is trying so hard to conceal is not lost on him. Just as she had grown to know him well, so too had he grown to know her. “Ma…” he starts haltingly, eyes dropping briefly as he tries to sort his words before returning his gaze to her. “I can’t say I understand. I think… there’s a lot more you’re not telling me. But you’re still my mom.” Unable to help himself, he steps closer and pulls her into a hug once more. Letting her know without words he’d always be here. “And I’ll always love you too.” He holds her for a long moment. As long as she’ll let him. But when he finally steps back, his brown eyes are still shrouded, confused. “I think maybe you should start at the beginning.” All things are possible, shahrizai even the best of things. |