11-28-2020, 05:19 PM
Mesec appreciates that though she laughs along with him, it does not feel as though she was laughing at him, which he assumes would be rather easy to do.
And then he watches, absolutely fascinated, as her wings shrink before his eyes and then disappear entirely. He’s staring again, he knows this, but it’s difficult not to feel a gravitational pull towards her. Mesec has seen a lot in his life but he has never seen someone who could choose to have wings or not.
Unbidden, memories of his father and his half-siblings come to him - of the sister that once wanted to tear his wings from his shoulders so he would look like the rest of them. So his heritage wasn't a blight on the rest of the family.
Now, Mesec would not erase his wings but as a colt? To please those that he desperately wanted accepted from? How much would that have changed?
He returns to the present - a much nicer place to be - and smiles instead as he imagines Alaska swimming amongst the stars.
Mesec’s silver-touched head tilts up with hers to look at the stars as he answers her question. “I feel more comfortable at night. Beqanna is still new to me, I’m still trying to figure out… well, I guess figure out if I can fit in.” He wonders if this sounds strange. If others can just show up in a different land and start a new life. Do they carry the weight of everything they have seen or done as he does?
“And underneath the night sky, it feels like I might. Even if these stars are different than the ones I’m used to.” He does not say this with any bitterness, though - he doesn’t mind these new stars by any means and he’s not opposed to new experiences by any means.
As though to make up for his previous staring, he keeps his eyes focused upwards as he asks “Were you born here, Alaska?"
And then he watches, absolutely fascinated, as her wings shrink before his eyes and then disappear entirely. He’s staring again, he knows this, but it’s difficult not to feel a gravitational pull towards her. Mesec has seen a lot in his life but he has never seen someone who could choose to have wings or not.
Unbidden, memories of his father and his half-siblings come to him - of the sister that once wanted to tear his wings from his shoulders so he would look like the rest of them. So his heritage wasn't a blight on the rest of the family.
Now, Mesec would not erase his wings but as a colt? To please those that he desperately wanted accepted from? How much would that have changed?
He returns to the present - a much nicer place to be - and smiles instead as he imagines Alaska swimming amongst the stars.
Mesec’s silver-touched head tilts up with hers to look at the stars as he answers her question. “I feel more comfortable at night. Beqanna is still new to me, I’m still trying to figure out… well, I guess figure out if I can fit in.” He wonders if this sounds strange. If others can just show up in a different land and start a new life. Do they carry the weight of everything they have seen or done as he does?
“And underneath the night sky, it feels like I might. Even if these stars are different than the ones I’m used to.” He does not say this with any bitterness, though - he doesn’t mind these new stars by any means and he’s not opposed to new experiences by any means.
As though to make up for his previous staring, he keeps his eyes focused upwards as he asks “Were you born here, Alaska?"
Mesec
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