09-14-2020, 09:00 PM
The world comes into a strange focus. She drags herself up onto the ledge, crouches, panting, and the only thing she sees is the bay magician. At the edges of her vision, everything else swims, waves of color and sparks. It was too much. It wasn't like in the dream, none of that was real, the power she had thrust out into the world had meant nothing, but this? She feels empty. Empty, except...
Except. Except there's Brennen, and his regret, and she knows that everything has changed in an instant. She's knows it's over - it was over as soon as it started, of course, but she clings to her lost cause and her heart breaks. Brennen breaks. Dark eyes watch him awaken, and without the shimmer of magic spreading out from him, there's little more than a shell left to the man, his skin dry and crusted with salt like tears, the feathers of his wings worn and faded. He agrees to the invaders' terms, to their dream of a world Beryl has never known, weaving back and forth on tired legs battered by the sea.
The scarred grullo appears out of nowhere and a tired growl plays low in Beryl's throat.
No.
She stands up. For a moment, everything spins. Brennen's weight shifts forward. Beryl is already slipping clumsily from her perch, half jumping, half tumbling, she stumbles when she lands, tripping over the rubble of the cliff.
No.
Her stomach lurches when the water touches her paws, her lungs feel heavy, cold, and she chokes audibly. And then, he's gone and the lion-girl lunges into the water where he had been a second earlier.
"Where is he?" Her voice is raw from smoke and emotion. "Where the hell is he?"
Except. Except there's Brennen, and his regret, and she knows that everything has changed in an instant. She's knows it's over - it was over as soon as it started, of course, but she clings to her lost cause and her heart breaks. Brennen breaks. Dark eyes watch him awaken, and without the shimmer of magic spreading out from him, there's little more than a shell left to the man, his skin dry and crusted with salt like tears, the feathers of his wings worn and faded. He agrees to the invaders' terms, to their dream of a world Beryl has never known, weaving back and forth on tired legs battered by the sea.
The scarred grullo appears out of nowhere and a tired growl plays low in Beryl's throat.
No.
She stands up. For a moment, everything spins. Brennen's weight shifts forward. Beryl is already slipping clumsily from her perch, half jumping, half tumbling, she stumbles when she lands, tripping over the rubble of the cliff.
No.
Her stomach lurches when the water touches her paws, her lungs feel heavy, cold, and she chokes audibly. And then, he's gone and the lion-girl lunges into the water where he had been a second earlier.
"Where is he?" Her voice is raw from smoke and emotion. "Where the hell is he?"
ooc: uh, Beryl just wants to know where @[Nikkai] sent Brennen so she can go, I dunno, guard him badly there, too? lolol