02-10-2022, 07:53 PM
Sadness creeps into Sickle as Fyr explains what it was like to be in the Pampas that day. Guilt gnaws at her - she could have helped them all, she thinks. She could have shifted into something that could swim and carried him right out of harm’s way. Could have gotten everyone out. She doesn’t offer a comforting touch because he does not look at her as he tells her what it was like, so maybe he thinks she could’ve helped too.
Her presence, since it has been so absent, is all she can think to offer so she stands there quietly waiting to see if he will continue. He does, and the mention of Hyaline feels like a shock. Which is silly - that kingdom is a place in the world like any other. Its significance to her doesn’t mean it’s avoided by anyone else.
The young mare’s heart aches when he mentions the missing residents, and that his mom is among them. “I hope you find her soon.” Even if Sickle’s experience with Aela is somewhat rocky, she can appreciate the hopeless feeling of not knowing where your mother is. She still hasn’t been able to find Wishbone again, still hopes to see that familiar deep purple crest over a hill and remember what it’s liked to be hugged by the one who raised you.
Sickle doesn’t feel alright - but she supposes she is, in a broader sense. She is still standing on her four legs and still breathing. She even has the opportunity to see family again, if she is brave enough to take the chance and go into the mountains. So she offers Fyr a smile, grateful for the gentle touch to her cheek - trying desperately not to allow her face to crumble at the kindness of it.
To distract herself from the rising emotions she allows a soft gold to spread from that point of contact, a little glimmer of humour flashing through her eyes briefly before her iridescent coat returns to normal.
She cannot find the words to acknowledge that she is alright - even if it is somewhat true, it still feels like a lie to say out loud. So instead she asks a question that allows her to focus on the subject that's been haunting her thoughts without looking too directly at it. “Did you like it there? In Hyaline?” Sickle’s experiences with those who have been to Hyaline are pretty evenly divided between pleasant and horrible, so she's curious about Fyr's experience.
Her hooves shift a little bit in the soft grass, thinking of her family has a tendency to make her nervous and the eastern kingdom is so entrenched in her thoughts of them it all becomes one big, frightening mass. “That's where my... uh, well I guess my birth mother tried to bring me, but I didn't want to go.”
She doesn’t say - your mom had let it happen. She doesn’t say - Aela seemed to get some joy out of revealing the painful truth of Sickle’s parentage to her. Everyone in the world seemed to know who her parents were except for her. She doesn't want to say any of that, not when she's hoping to rediscover the potential for friendship with Fyr. Better to just focus on the kingdom itself, see if he has any news that might reaffirm what Malik had told her.
Her presence, since it has been so absent, is all she can think to offer so she stands there quietly waiting to see if he will continue. He does, and the mention of Hyaline feels like a shock. Which is silly - that kingdom is a place in the world like any other. Its significance to her doesn’t mean it’s avoided by anyone else.
The young mare’s heart aches when he mentions the missing residents, and that his mom is among them. “I hope you find her soon.” Even if Sickle’s experience with Aela is somewhat rocky, she can appreciate the hopeless feeling of not knowing where your mother is. She still hasn’t been able to find Wishbone again, still hopes to see that familiar deep purple crest over a hill and remember what it’s liked to be hugged by the one who raised you.
Sickle doesn’t feel alright - but she supposes she is, in a broader sense. She is still standing on her four legs and still breathing. She even has the opportunity to see family again, if she is brave enough to take the chance and go into the mountains. So she offers Fyr a smile, grateful for the gentle touch to her cheek - trying desperately not to allow her face to crumble at the kindness of it.
To distract herself from the rising emotions she allows a soft gold to spread from that point of contact, a little glimmer of humour flashing through her eyes briefly before her iridescent coat returns to normal.
She cannot find the words to acknowledge that she is alright - even if it is somewhat true, it still feels like a lie to say out loud. So instead she asks a question that allows her to focus on the subject that's been haunting her thoughts without looking too directly at it. “Did you like it there? In Hyaline?” Sickle’s experiences with those who have been to Hyaline are pretty evenly divided between pleasant and horrible, so she's curious about Fyr's experience.
Her hooves shift a little bit in the soft grass, thinking of her family has a tendency to make her nervous and the eastern kingdom is so entrenched in her thoughts of them it all becomes one big, frightening mass. “That's where my... uh, well I guess my birth mother tried to bring me, but I didn't want to go.”
She doesn’t say - your mom had let it happen. She doesn’t say - Aela seemed to get some joy out of revealing the painful truth of Sickle’s parentage to her. Everyone in the world seemed to know who her parents were except for her. She doesn't want to say any of that, not when she's hoping to rediscover the potential for friendship with Fyr. Better to just focus on the kingdom itself, see if he has any news that might reaffirm what Malik had told her.
@Fyr