Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
I can be distracting, says the small brown mare.
This time Gale anticipates the display, but he does not expect the birds. When the lightning takes physical shape his eyes widen, the manipulation one that he has never Seen. His own blue lightnings reach toward the bird as it circles and lands.
Of a size not unlike Erne had once been, the shape is familiar, and Gale grins at it. She holds it still, he knows, can tell in the way the lightning remains clear of his own even as they spark together on his golden skin. She is not letting it hurt.
What would she be capable of, he wonders, if she were not so limited? If she did not have to expend some part of her focus in protecting others from her gifts?
He could take her heart and find out.
But that would take weeks, months even, and he still might never learn the finesse. He is impatient, wants to know what she can do now.
So he turns and he swallows her last lightning bird.
The sparks fizz and burn on his tongue, but there is a satisfaction to the sensation of captive lightning, of the way it dances around inside him like the emotion that he has learned is called ‘joy’.
“You may join Hyaline,” He tells her. “But only If you show me what it is that flutters in your chest if it is not your lightning.”
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current appearance: glowing perlino stallion with feathered quetzalcoatl forelimbs, lightning, and iridescent navy blue scarring
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Gale
