05-24-2021, 11:33 PM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
She has never been very good at conversations, and throughout her life she had gone through various stages of caring. Sometimes the obvious disconnect between herself and others was impossible for her to ignore, and she would find herself growing frustrated at her inability to just be like them—to be able to partake in meaningless conversation and small talk in the effortless way everyone else seemed to have mastered. But coming from her it was often cumbersome and jarring, with her either asking the wrong questions or simply not speaking enough.
Eventually, she had accepted that she was unlikely to ever return to the skies and even less likely to ever blend in, because she never seemed to be able to shake her seemingly unworldly essence that led everyone to ask her, what are you?
And so, she had stopped trying.
She was not like the rest of them, and she never would be, but after the life she has built for herself she no longer minds.
Even this girl, who says she is born from the stars too, does not feel similar to her. She has the stars that float idly, but one thing Islas had learned from her quiet observation is that such tricks were not all that uncommon here. She thinks of her own siblings, the twin boy and girl born colored like the galaxy they had been conceived in, yet neither of them were actually star-born (she had always been secretly pleased with that—she is sure they possess their own gifts, but their stars were useless). Galaxy-colors and star-tricks were often just a stamp of her father, and even though she does not assume that is where Ciri’s have come from, it does cross her mind.
It is her mention of an underneath that causes her gaze to sharpen, suddenly alert as her dark eyes fix to hers. “The Underneath?” She echoes, her pulse jumping once. She thinks of Tiercel, of how quickly he had been pulled under the surface of the lake, and how he had been gone until the sun returned. She thinks of the way he stirs with nightmares and how his chest glows, and how it would be beautiful if it was not a constant reminder of what he had gone through.She did not know much of the history of this land, but she had thought the eclipse to be an isolated event. The possibility that he could be taken again causes her chest to tighten with anxiety, and when she answers the mare’s last question it is rushed, distracted. “No, I live in Loess, with my family.” With Tiercel and their daughter, and soon to be twins—the only family she had ever really known.
“You were….you went to the underworld?” She wants to ask questions, but suddenly she stills her tongue. Tiercel did not like to talk about it—not even with her. It would be unfair to ask Ciri to relive her own nightmares to a stranger, and she follows up apologetically, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Eventually, she had accepted that she was unlikely to ever return to the skies and even less likely to ever blend in, because she never seemed to be able to shake her seemingly unworldly essence that led everyone to ask her, what are you?
And so, she had stopped trying.
She was not like the rest of them, and she never would be, but after the life she has built for herself she no longer minds.
Even this girl, who says she is born from the stars too, does not feel similar to her. She has the stars that float idly, but one thing Islas had learned from her quiet observation is that such tricks were not all that uncommon here. She thinks of her own siblings, the twin boy and girl born colored like the galaxy they had been conceived in, yet neither of them were actually star-born (she had always been secretly pleased with that—she is sure they possess their own gifts, but their stars were useless). Galaxy-colors and star-tricks were often just a stamp of her father, and even though she does not assume that is where Ciri’s have come from, it does cross her mind.
It is her mention of an underneath that causes her gaze to sharpen, suddenly alert as her dark eyes fix to hers. “The Underneath?” She echoes, her pulse jumping once. She thinks of Tiercel, of how quickly he had been pulled under the surface of the lake, and how he had been gone until the sun returned. She thinks of the way he stirs with nightmares and how his chest glows, and how it would be beautiful if it was not a constant reminder of what he had gone through.She did not know much of the history of this land, but she had thought the eclipse to be an isolated event. The possibility that he could be taken again causes her chest to tighten with anxiety, and when she answers the mare’s last question it is rushed, distracted. “No, I live in Loess, with my family.” With Tiercel and their daughter, and soon to be twins—the only family she had ever really known.
“You were….you went to the underworld?” She wants to ask questions, but suddenly she stills her tongue. Tiercel did not like to talk about it—not even with her. It would be unfair to ask Ciri to relive her own nightmares to a stranger, and she follows up apologetically, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Islas
@[Ciri]