01-31-2022, 08:40 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
It had been spring when her prison of ice had begun to thaw and the beginning of summer when she had finally been able to free herself. She hadn’t strayed far from the meadow despite the painful and bittersweet memories it held, her condition didn’t allow for it. She was still too weak to fly back to the Isle and even if she could… She’s not sure she’s ready for it yet. Her heavily scarred figure is still quite thin despite the way she had been devouring grass steadily for days. She had grimaced at her reflection in the closest stream, taking in the frostbit fur, the way her ribs jutted from her sides when she lifted her wings, the far too many scars that now lined her chest where Gale had ripped at over and over again. With no healing powers of her own, she is forced to rely on the old healer of time. She also leans into a new appreciation for the sun and its warmth, soaking up every last ray of sunlight she can before darkness comes.
Once the sun had dipped beyond the horizon though… Then she has her old familiar friends, the stars.
Her own shine brightly along her back and hover happily around her ears, unfazed by the trauma of being locked in ice. They were still wrapped in their eerie red hue as the anger that had stormed within her these last few years continued to rage, had done nothing but fester within the ice, wild and furious around her tortured heart. He had taken everything else back except for that. It’s all she has now.
The air is warm tonight but it doesn’t stop her from wrapping her starlit wings around her, from shivering slightly thanks to loss of fat and missing fur. Her spiraling silver eyes were churning in their usual angry frenzy, blurring together so fast that they appeared almost blinding white and pupil-less. Her ravaged face is turned upwards to the sky as she had often done long before she had been locked inside the glacier. Instead of enjoying the view, beautiful with only a few clouds in sight, she barely registers what’s going on around her. So deep in thought is she, the constant desire for revenge mixed with the reluctance of being near another horse again, that she misses the pegasus hurtling through the sky until he is cantering right towards her.
In an instant, she is on guard. Her wings flare out as she takes a defensive stance, the glow from her stars casting her in their fiery red tinge and turning her into something demonic with the puckered scar across her face and those nearly white eyes. She snarls softly and it takes her a second to realize he is laughing. It’s enough to startle her, for her wings to lower half a fraction, because she had forgotten what that sounded like.
When was the last time she had laughed?
He calls out to her then in a charming baritone and all she can do is stare at him. Envy, hot and fluid, rushes through her at his carefree nature, the laughter still playing off his lips, the steam curling like smoke from his neck. “Too bad the feeling isn’t mutual.” She suddenly snaps, all that pent up wrath suddenly finding an excuse to come out.
Once the sun had dipped beyond the horizon though… Then she has her old familiar friends, the stars.
Her own shine brightly along her back and hover happily around her ears, unfazed by the trauma of being locked in ice. They were still wrapped in their eerie red hue as the anger that had stormed within her these last few years continued to rage, had done nothing but fester within the ice, wild and furious around her tortured heart. He had taken everything else back except for that. It’s all she has now.
The air is warm tonight but it doesn’t stop her from wrapping her starlit wings around her, from shivering slightly thanks to loss of fat and missing fur. Her spiraling silver eyes were churning in their usual angry frenzy, blurring together so fast that they appeared almost blinding white and pupil-less. Her ravaged face is turned upwards to the sky as she had often done long before she had been locked inside the glacier. Instead of enjoying the view, beautiful with only a few clouds in sight, she barely registers what’s going on around her. So deep in thought is she, the constant desire for revenge mixed with the reluctance of being near another horse again, that she misses the pegasus hurtling through the sky until he is cantering right towards her.
In an instant, she is on guard. Her wings flare out as she takes a defensive stance, the glow from her stars casting her in their fiery red tinge and turning her into something demonic with the puckered scar across her face and those nearly white eyes. She snarls softly and it takes her a second to realize he is laughing. It’s enough to startle her, for her wings to lower half a fraction, because she had forgotten what that sounded like.
When was the last time she had laughed?
He calls out to her then in a charming baritone and all she can do is stare at him. Envy, hot and fluid, rushes through her at his carefree nature, the laughter still playing off his lips, the steam curling like smoke from his neck. “Too bad the feeling isn’t mutual.” She suddenly snaps, all that pent up wrath suddenly finding an excuse to come out.
-- Ciri
@Kestrell