12-19-2020, 08:21 PM
And when all the lights are broken, You keep the fire going
There are no bristling Northerners left to curl their lips. Neverwhere has been beset by Popinjay, who dances to the beat of her own thunderclaps. Leilan had never been one to believe in borders, and why would he? What was the point of worrying about the world when one could freeze them, or snap them shut in the gaping expanse of their toothy maw? Izora is another ghost in the wind; Yanhua thinks of her often but doesn’t disturb her peace. Lilliana is the only one who may or may not feel a moment’s worth of hesitation, and right now she’s out building the blocks of foundational alliances. Soon, perhaps, it will be the east who curls their lip at the north, and Yanhua thinks this more probable given his not-so-recent gallivanting through Hyaline.
He would rather the rest of the world come to him, anyway. The long-horned stallion prefers to be caught by surprise. This is the footing he knows best, the situation he enjoys the most. In the unknown and unexpected, he likes to do the same: everything that is not expected of him becomes apparent. Where he’s usually calm, collected, and austere the unknown gives him the chance to be more like his twin: wild, reckless, and mischievous.
@[rosemary] finds him that way.
“Rosemary?” The faun-horse wondered, half-amused and slightly concerned. Was she alright? Was he alright? “That’s what you get for thinking. And Calypso startled me, she didn’t frighten me.” He teased her, lied to her, smiled mercilessly at the look of wild abandon shrouding her face. There are no echoes that swirl around Rosemary like wondrous ghosts, no memories or reveries that strike Yanhua when they meet. For that reason alone, he enjoys her company. For many more reasons unspoken, he’s delighted that the wind blew her his way.
“I do live here.” He confided in her, shaking his horns in her direction. One of his hooves struck out playfully, no harm intended. “Come and see it with me before your nanny comes and collects you for bedtime.” Yanhua danced, turning away from her to face the darker portions of Taiga’s heartswood. “Tell me everything, in case we never meet again.” He laughed in a way that creaked like the boughs of evergreens far above them, ready at a moment’s notice to take off and lead the galaxy mare wherever she desired to roam.
He would rather the rest of the world come to him, anyway. The long-horned stallion prefers to be caught by surprise. This is the footing he knows best, the situation he enjoys the most. In the unknown and unexpected, he likes to do the same: everything that is not expected of him becomes apparent. Where he’s usually calm, collected, and austere the unknown gives him the chance to be more like his twin: wild, reckless, and mischievous.
@[rosemary] finds him that way.
“Rosemary?” The faun-horse wondered, half-amused and slightly concerned. Was she alright? Was he alright? “That’s what you get for thinking. And Calypso startled me, she didn’t frighten me.” He teased her, lied to her, smiled mercilessly at the look of wild abandon shrouding her face. There are no echoes that swirl around Rosemary like wondrous ghosts, no memories or reveries that strike Yanhua when they meet. For that reason alone, he enjoys her company. For many more reasons unspoken, he’s delighted that the wind blew her his way.
“I do live here.” He confided in her, shaking his horns in her direction. One of his hooves struck out playfully, no harm intended. “Come and see it with me before your nanny comes and collects you for bedtime.” Yanhua danced, turning away from her to face the darker portions of Taiga’s heartswood. “Tell me everything, in case we never meet again.” He laughed in a way that creaked like the boughs of evergreens far above them, ready at a moment’s notice to take off and lead the galaxy mare wherever she desired to roam.
And when all the nights feel like they're closing, You're leaving an opening