08-10-2021, 08:17 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
If she had known when she had turned away from Lo that she had been sprinting to her death then she would have turned around. Would have turned right back around into the white mare’s feathery embrace and would have shown her each and every star in the brilliant Northern night sky, would have explained each constellation to her until she lost her voice.
But she hadn’t known.
So death was what she had found.
And anger.
So much anger.
She had spent long months in the Isle simply trying to heal. Not her legs, which both Nash and the black and gold stallion had seemed to fix almost instantly. No, it was her pride that had suffered terribly as well as her dignity. Gale.. No… The Curse (she still has to correct herself of this) had seemed to strip her instantly of both in that moment when she been broken and bleeding on the ground before him. He had left her with many other things too, besides broken legs. She had been attacked before, she had known pain. But this had been different.
All those fights before had been pure survival. This had been intimate.
This time she had died.
She had thought of Lo often in the many sleepless nights that had followed. She had regretted leaving her that day, now more than ever, but was relieved that at least she hadn’t stupidly brought the pegasus with her. At least Lo had been spared. She doesn’t doubt that when the Curse discovers how actively her and Nash are trying to find a way to stop it (once and for all), he will come for her. He had already made it clear that she was more than just her stars. It’s that thought, that sobering knowledge, that had kept her from seeking out the mare who talked in a strange way that she liked.
But she comes anyways.
The invitation had always been there and today Lo has taken it. She spots the incoming white blur in the twilight distance and immediately had taken to the air to discover what it was. The other hadn’t spotted her, the dark mare on her starlit wings, as she came up from behind her. And slowed when she had realized who it was. Falling back as Lo’s beautiful long feathery wings (clean this time, she notices) seem to stretch out around her despite the rapidly growing distance between them as she comes closer to her destination.
Lo lands on one of her favorite places, Castile’s burnt beach, and she watches the way the amber glass beneath her catches the darkening sunlight and casts colorful balls of light across her snowy figure. It is better if she doesn’t find her, that she leaves disappointed instead of finding her and eventually getting herself cut open. Dying a pointless empty death.
But she can’t.
These long months of silence and reflection, these long months of knowing that there was nothing waiting for her beyond death. Some might find it freeing but she feels suffocated with the knowledge that no other can understand. Lo is looking at the beach around her when she lands lightly beside her. Her swirling silver eyes are wary and the smile she gives doesn’t quite warm the ice in her gaze but it is there and it is real. Despite her fears, she is pleased to see her. “Lo.” She greets quietly as she stretches her stardusted feathers, glancing up at them and the stars that now begin to shine brightly around her in the approaching dark. “I liked yours so much I got myself a pair.” She tries to joke but her chuckle feels harsh and her worries are soon pressing in like knives. She suddenly feels hyper aware of the new scar carved into her chest, the many ones that littered her legs and marked each spot where her bones had pierced through skin. Of Lo wearing something similar. “It’s good to see you.” She states softly and extends her muzzle to the others cheek, briefly. “But it is not safe here. You need to go.”
But she hadn’t known.
So death was what she had found.
And anger.
So much anger.
She had spent long months in the Isle simply trying to heal. Not her legs, which both Nash and the black and gold stallion had seemed to fix almost instantly. No, it was her pride that had suffered terribly as well as her dignity. Gale.. No… The Curse (she still has to correct herself of this) had seemed to strip her instantly of both in that moment when she been broken and bleeding on the ground before him. He had left her with many other things too, besides broken legs. She had been attacked before, she had known pain. But this had been different.
All those fights before had been pure survival. This had been intimate.
This time she had died.
She had thought of Lo often in the many sleepless nights that had followed. She had regretted leaving her that day, now more than ever, but was relieved that at least she hadn’t stupidly brought the pegasus with her. At least Lo had been spared. She doesn’t doubt that when the Curse discovers how actively her and Nash are trying to find a way to stop it (once and for all), he will come for her. He had already made it clear that she was more than just her stars. It’s that thought, that sobering knowledge, that had kept her from seeking out the mare who talked in a strange way that she liked.
But she comes anyways.
The invitation had always been there and today Lo has taken it. She spots the incoming white blur in the twilight distance and immediately had taken to the air to discover what it was. The other hadn’t spotted her, the dark mare on her starlit wings, as she came up from behind her. And slowed when she had realized who it was. Falling back as Lo’s beautiful long feathery wings (clean this time, she notices) seem to stretch out around her despite the rapidly growing distance between them as she comes closer to her destination.
Lo lands on one of her favorite places, Castile’s burnt beach, and she watches the way the amber glass beneath her catches the darkening sunlight and casts colorful balls of light across her snowy figure. It is better if she doesn’t find her, that she leaves disappointed instead of finding her and eventually getting herself cut open. Dying a pointless empty death.
But she can’t.
These long months of silence and reflection, these long months of knowing that there was nothing waiting for her beyond death. Some might find it freeing but she feels suffocated with the knowledge that no other can understand. Lo is looking at the beach around her when she lands lightly beside her. Her swirling silver eyes are wary and the smile she gives doesn’t quite warm the ice in her gaze but it is there and it is real. Despite her fears, she is pleased to see her. “Lo.” She greets quietly as she stretches her stardusted feathers, glancing up at them and the stars that now begin to shine brightly around her in the approaching dark. “I liked yours so much I got myself a pair.” She tries to joke but her chuckle feels harsh and her worries are soon pressing in like knives. She suddenly feels hyper aware of the new scar carved into her chest, the many ones that littered her legs and marked each spot where her bones had pierced through skin. Of Lo wearing something similar. “It’s good to see you.” She states softly and extends her muzzle to the others cheek, briefly. “But it is not safe here. You need to go.”
-- Ciri
@Leokadia