i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Though he had known light before the dark, he had been so young when the moon eclipsed the sun that light had become nearly a stranger to him. Now, with the sun bursting with light and life above them, it is almost as though all truth had been revealed as the cloak of darkness had been stripped away. Secrets had been let loose and things that had once been easily buried no longer were.
It’s foolish of him to imagine that his life as it stood now was so messily convoluted. It could be so very much worse, but to a colt verging on stallion-hood - one who had never known true strife - it is hard to imagine the depths to which one could still fall.
But perhaps it is that very fact that led him to delve into the well of his gift far more than he ever had previously. To plumb the edges of that which he already knows and find that which he still had to learn. The world around him nearly shrieks it's dark and lamentable secrets, written in the memories strung around them on emotions, glimmering like fairy lights. Trapped in the sights that never lie.
It is both addictive and disturbing, but it is the life Reave had always been destined for.
Still, he is restless, unable to settle lest his own truths catch up with him. So on this clear and chilly day, Reave finds himself making his way with an unconscious abandon through the withered grasses of the meadow. It is only when the glint of something bright and gleaming catches his eye that he slows. His gaze, a sharp and vibrant blue that pays unwitting testimony to his heritage, fixes on the source.
She is young, a wide-eyed innocence in her metallic form that he recognizes. That had been him, not so very long ago. She is undoubtedly lovely as well, but that is not what draws him to her (though he could most certainly not compete - not with the unsightly vision of bone rupturing skin, of blood, dried and crack, softened only by the muted glow emitting from the wounds).
No, what draws him is the memories dancing thrilling circles around her. Memories of a gentle peaceful life. He is not quite certain if it is because he wants to protect what he only recently realized is so very precious, or if it is because he wants to show her the truth of the world, lest she break herself to pieces on the rocks beneath the precarious cliff she has no clue she is on. Or perhaps it’s because she needs a push.
Only time would tell.
“The sun suits you,” he greets, drawing to a halt when he nears, an almost charming grin toying with his lips. “Is this your first time?”
reave
@[Israfel]