Waste my time pushing daisies

[Gale]

@Eyas

i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do ---------- i hope you dream of me Somewhere far beyond his body, where he has no voice or throat or body, Gale screams a warning to his sister. On the beach of Islandres though, the stallion’s blue mouth turns up at once edge in a half-smile, and his blue eyes settle on Eyas. He’d not have chosen to find her now, not feeling so drained of Power, but with each step his hooves take toward her, the more he can feel her Regret. His mind is still too fragmented to remember where she has been since their last conversation, and the sharp scent of ice and snow could be from anywhere at this time of year. Not Islandres, that is for sure. Blue, she calls him, and the cursed creature hesitates before replying. Does she know? Divest hadn’t, but he knows that Gale had warned his sister directly. She must know. Yet he does not drop the facade, does not act any different from the boy who had named himself Blue when he says: “I was wondering when you’d come back.” Even if she has given up hope, perhaps he can rekindle it for the joy of blowing it out himself. GALE