08-23-2021, 02:12 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
The look she gives him makes him nervous. She does not shout nor does she smile. What is she thinking behind the glow of her blaze and her sequined stars? His yellow eyes seem to fall into the endless black holes of her midnight ones, caught in her stare and frozen by his own ineptitude. They remind him of the shadows that follow the souls that he (at times unwillingly) calls from the void. Scary to some, beautiful to him. She speaks and he flinches but continues to stay where he is as she glides towards him, as he’s able to see her more clearly. She looks at him in a familiar solemn way and he relaxes, if only slightly.
“I am?” He loosens his tongue and releases a breath that he wasn’t even aware he had been holding. He thinks of telling her that she is like the moon but that’s not quite right. She is more than just the full brightness that hangs heavy in the sky above them. She is the night sky itself, he thinks, as they search each other’s faces and he finds himself drawn into those endless starless eyes again. She is so different from those in the Pampas and he wonders if he’s stumbled across one of the gods that he’s heard so much about.
Glancing down at the ashes beneath his hoof he hesitates briefly before raising his glowing head back to her. “Yes.” He admits in another sharp breath, unsure of why he had tried to get rid of the evidence of his clumsiness. Aela had been nothing but encouraging of his abilities, had insisted that he embrace them and be proud of them. It wasn’t always easy, the shame and insecurities of being bad and wrong had burrowed deep enough in his young mind to spring roots from those scattered seeds of doubt. However, she doesn’t seem to be upset with him. In fact, there is something about her that he can’t quite put a finger on. Something that keeps him here instead of fleeing shame-faced back into the woods.
“What were you doing?” He tries to avert the attention from himself before she can figure out that he is wrong, before she realizes that he wasn’t terrible in the "good" way. He had not forgotten the smell of singed hair and burnt flesh when he had set that filly in the adoption den on fire. He was still trying to be good but he wasn't convinced he was yet. Not yet.
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