09-12-2021, 12:40 PM
Ryatah
Just as he thinks there is something familiar in her eyes, she thinks there is something familiar in his face.
He reminds her of an old friend, of quiet conversation in Taiga’s dark forest, during a time in her life so different than now. The long shadows cast by that redwood trees had been fitting for how badly she was trying to hide from all the mistakes she kept making, but she has not returned to it since she left for that very reason—she does not want to find the pieces of herself left there.
Her attention for now is on the young boy, returning his smile with one of her own. “The stars are beautiful up close, aren’t they?” A pang of longing unexpectedly twinges in her chest, reminded of stars on her skin and the way they had burnt, and how she hadn’t minded the pain at all. But she draws herself back, refusing to let herself return to that memory, and instead she shifts a wing, letting the golden stardust shower to the ground. “I keep stardust with me now, so that I don’t have to go back every time I miss them.”
Her dark eyes return to the stallion, shaking her head and getting ready to brush away his apology when his name causes her to still.
“Nashua,” she repeats his name with a tone of surprise, and also recognition. “You are Lilliana’s son,” she says, remembering Lilli telling her about her twin boys once upon a time in Taiga. And then, with a somewhat impish smile, “And I think you know my daughter, Noel.” She shifts her gaze to Bolder, looking at him a little differently now that she understands who he is—looking for the traces of her daughter that might live in his face. “I’m Ryatah,” she offers them, unsure (but hoping) it means anything to them.
He reminds her of an old friend, of quiet conversation in Taiga’s dark forest, during a time in her life so different than now. The long shadows cast by that redwood trees had been fitting for how badly she was trying to hide from all the mistakes she kept making, but she has not returned to it since she left for that very reason—she does not want to find the pieces of herself left there.
Her attention for now is on the young boy, returning his smile with one of her own. “The stars are beautiful up close, aren’t they?” A pang of longing unexpectedly twinges in her chest, reminded of stars on her skin and the way they had burnt, and how she hadn’t minded the pain at all. But she draws herself back, refusing to let herself return to that memory, and instead she shifts a wing, letting the golden stardust shower to the ground. “I keep stardust with me now, so that I don’t have to go back every time I miss them.”
Her dark eyes return to the stallion, shaking her head and getting ready to brush away his apology when his name causes her to still.
“Nashua,” she repeats his name with a tone of surprise, and also recognition. “You are Lilliana’s son,” she says, remembering Lilli telling her about her twin boys once upon a time in Taiga. And then, with a somewhat impish smile, “And I think you know my daughter, Noel.” She shifts her gaze to Bolder, looking at him a little differently now that she understands who he is—looking for the traces of her daughter that might live in his face. “I’m Ryatah,” she offers them, unsure (but hoping) it means anything to them.
EVEN ANGELS HAVE THEIR WICKED SCHEMES
@Nashua