12-09-2020, 08:48 PM
I got extra feelings
In an instant, Yanhua can picture all the times this has happened before - without the use of his echoes to help. He can imagine the first touch between family members as they stretch back through the years; @[Lilliana] to her father Valerio, who Yanhua was told he reminded her of so often, Valerio to his father, and so on. He can even imagine how it might’ve been for Wolfbane his father, if he tried hard enough. Apparently, (according to Nash) there’d been a time when the blue-striped pegasus had been a household name, a beloved icon. The type of father children would want to have, and not a living nightmare. During that time it must’ve been the same type of meetings for his lineage as well: going back through ages on all sides, connected to one another like thin tendrils of a branch that hold together so many thousands of leaves.
Yan sighed watching his children graft new branches onto their grandmother, and in that moment he was wholly at peace with himself and the world. He would very much like for that exact instant to be suspended indefinitely, knowing that at some point - sooner, rather than later - his children would be too old for things like stories in the dark by the light of his glowing mane, or time to meditate peacefully with himself and @[Amarine] so they could sort out their feelings. Much too soon they would be out in the world on their own, and it made him look up at Lilliana with an ache that pressed right up against the golden star covering his chest; the one that matched her burning flame.
“We will be.” He promised her, not so long after she’d requested them to be safe. In his eyes lingered a promise unspoken.
Considering Tephra and the rest, he smiled. There was something boyish, something charming and timeless in the way his mouth could only half-tilt, as if it weren’t settled on the idea of being truthful or not in its intentions. The look was a rare one, but it suited him. “I’d love to spend more time with Rosey and Oren. She’s a little gardener and he’ll drive me crazy, I’m sure of it - knowing his father as I do.” Yanhua flicked his ears instead of winking again. He’d no notion of the newest addition, Reave, but if he had Yan would’ve welcomed the company all the same. “I’d wish you luck but I know how you are, mother. The west will be charmed into saying yes before they even think of saying no.” He rumbled out a laugh.
Now that Ama had shifted away again, Yanhua was free to move forward and envelop his dam into a tight hug. He was gentle; the horns sprouting up from his head gave a horse more reason to be self-aware than they ought to be, and for the first time in a long time Yanhua relished in the smell of her familiarity and the warmth of her skin as he draped his neck over her own.
“I have something for you.” He whispered, warning her for what he was about to do, and then the memory left his mind and flowed like golden honey into hers - warm and light, sweet and good for the soul. It was Aela as he’d seen her in Pangea, a mare nearly grown, so beautiful and with such a look of austere power that it had silenced him on the spot. At the end, just before the fragmented memory cut off, she opened her mouth and spoke to him. Truly? She’d asked.
“Truly beautiful.” Yanhua replied now, since he’d been unable to back then. For a second longer he held Lilliana closer, clung to her tighter, and then he let go.
PERSONALITY | HISTORY | REFERENCESYan sighed watching his children graft new branches onto their grandmother, and in that moment he was wholly at peace with himself and the world. He would very much like for that exact instant to be suspended indefinitely, knowing that at some point - sooner, rather than later - his children would be too old for things like stories in the dark by the light of his glowing mane, or time to meditate peacefully with himself and @[Amarine] so they could sort out their feelings. Much too soon they would be out in the world on their own, and it made him look up at Lilliana with an ache that pressed right up against the golden star covering his chest; the one that matched her burning flame.
“We will be.” He promised her, not so long after she’d requested them to be safe. In his eyes lingered a promise unspoken.
Considering Tephra and the rest, he smiled. There was something boyish, something charming and timeless in the way his mouth could only half-tilt, as if it weren’t settled on the idea of being truthful or not in its intentions. The look was a rare one, but it suited him. “I’d love to spend more time with Rosey and Oren. She’s a little gardener and he’ll drive me crazy, I’m sure of it - knowing his father as I do.” Yanhua flicked his ears instead of winking again. He’d no notion of the newest addition, Reave, but if he had Yan would’ve welcomed the company all the same. “I’d wish you luck but I know how you are, mother. The west will be charmed into saying yes before they even think of saying no.” He rumbled out a laugh.
Now that Ama had shifted away again, Yanhua was free to move forward and envelop his dam into a tight hug. He was gentle; the horns sprouting up from his head gave a horse more reason to be self-aware than they ought to be, and for the first time in a long time Yanhua relished in the smell of her familiarity and the warmth of her skin as he draped his neck over her own.
“I have something for you.” He whispered, warning her for what he was about to do, and then the memory left his mind and flowed like golden honey into hers - warm and light, sweet and good for the soul. It was Aela as he’d seen her in Pangea, a mare nearly grown, so beautiful and with such a look of austere power that it had silenced him on the spot. At the end, just before the fragmented memory cut off, she opened her mouth and spoke to him. Truly? She’d asked.
“Truly beautiful.” Yanhua replied now, since he’d been unable to back then. For a second longer he held Lilliana closer, clung to her tighter, and then he let go.