12-03-2020, 07:01 PM
When her gaze snaps to him and she remarks on how fitting is overrated, a very soft chuckle escapes Mesec and he looks back at her with fondness - appreciating that blunt remark to his core. “You know, I’ve struggled with not being able to fit in for my whole life. No one I’ve ever met has told me it’s okay if I don’t. They just give me optiosn for what to try next.” And now, that is how his mind works - it’s what kept him here in beqanna, at first. It did not occur to him before now that this coupld be a place where he discovered who he was - and damn what that meant to anyone else. “It is... beyond refreshing to hear something to the contrary. Thank you.”
Mesec wonders what it might have changed, to hear that as a young colt, or even in his adolescence as he drifted from one family, one home to another. Not once feeling like he actually belonged. There had always been that sense that he was an imposter, an outsider just temporary staying.
What would it have been like to just tell that family that hated his wings that he did not care what they thought?
It felt ridiculous now, with grey hairs flecking his face beside silver, not to have another option - embracing how unique he was - open to him.
His expression softens to hear her story, though she does not appear to feel any bitterness about being alone (something else Mesec has never quite gotten a handle on). “You’re not on your own right now, though.” He says, and it’s a small thing to offer, but he smiles while he looks up at the night sky above them.
“And if I don't turn you off of having company, I would consider myself lucky to swim in the stars with you as we explore a new land. I’d like to see what else Beqanna has. I’ve only seen such a small part of it so far.” He doesn't say this, recognizes how selfish it might sound - but he wonders if it'd be good for him to spend more time with someone like Alaska - who just so casually showed him most of his negative thoughts throughout his life had no right to so much of his time.
Mesec wonders what it might have changed, to hear that as a young colt, or even in his adolescence as he drifted from one family, one home to another. Not once feeling like he actually belonged. There had always been that sense that he was an imposter, an outsider just temporary staying.
What would it have been like to just tell that family that hated his wings that he did not care what they thought?
It felt ridiculous now, with grey hairs flecking his face beside silver, not to have another option - embracing how unique he was - open to him.
His expression softens to hear her story, though she does not appear to feel any bitterness about being alone (something else Mesec has never quite gotten a handle on). “You’re not on your own right now, though.” He says, and it’s a small thing to offer, but he smiles while he looks up at the night sky above them.
“And if I don't turn you off of having company, I would consider myself lucky to swim in the stars with you as we explore a new land. I’d like to see what else Beqanna has. I’ve only seen such a small part of it so far.” He doesn't say this, recognizes how selfish it might sound - but he wonders if it'd be good for him to spend more time with someone like Alaska - who just so casually showed him most of his negative thoughts throughout his life had no right to so much of his time.
Mesec
@[alaska]