03-13-2022, 04:04 PM
Part of her hopes Fyr doesn’t react to her words at all - that she could just speak them outloud to the almost-dark sky and they would fade away. They sound stupid to her as they echo through her mind in the silence that stretches afterwards - that constant battle between feeling sad and hurt about everything that has happened and the attempt to convince herself that she was overreacting. She was being a baby about all of it, this mare who still feels like a little filly with too-big emotions and no understanding of how to deal with any of them.
Fyr does react, though, and her eyes close as she listens to his offer of a home. As he tells her he wanted her to stay. This inspires a smile, though it is small and sad, and encourages her to bring her eyes back down - distracted enough by their conversation not to be captivated by his flames. “You’re a good friend, Fyr. I wish… we had met under different circumstances. I think I would’ve liked the Pampas.” She had been a captive of his there - and her feelings towards his mother were certainly also a complication. Like so many things, that piece of the truth is one she thinks better kept silent. Sickle is becoming an expert on not trusting parents and she doesn’t want to spread that lesson around if she doesn’t have to.
Fyr’s mention of her dad possibly being a murder shouldn’t be a surprise but it still shocks her - flashes of flame-bright colours and blood red racing across her iridescent coat. However big her fear of Mazikeen was, the fear of Gale was greater and she can feel her heart thunder in her chest just at the mention of him. She can't even string together a verbal reaction.
And she knew none of it it wasn’t her fault - but why did it all feel like it was anyway?
Sickle is wrestling with all these thoughts when Fyr steps closer, his flames extinguished and gives her another offer. His vague reference to violence makes her nervous but it’s overshadowed by the appreciation for the kindness that he gives to her. So she is the one to reach out to him, just a quick bump of the muzzle and a ghost of a smile. She realizes she hasn’t yet responded to his offer of a home either - and so her answer works for both. “I don’t… I don’t know Fyr. But I’ll think about it, I really will.” Although Sickle wants so badly to be kept and to have a home, she’s afraid. If she were to follow Fyr home like she had his mother, how long would it be after she got comfortable there before things started to crumble?
Maybe it was better to keep the idea of a home as an untouchable and unattainable dream that could feed her hope.
“Where’s Pangea anyway? So I know where to find you.” Whether it was to visit or to bring him with her to Hyaline - she still wanted to know where he'd be.
Fyr does react, though, and her eyes close as she listens to his offer of a home. As he tells her he wanted her to stay. This inspires a smile, though it is small and sad, and encourages her to bring her eyes back down - distracted enough by their conversation not to be captivated by his flames. “You’re a good friend, Fyr. I wish… we had met under different circumstances. I think I would’ve liked the Pampas.” She had been a captive of his there - and her feelings towards his mother were certainly also a complication. Like so many things, that piece of the truth is one she thinks better kept silent. Sickle is becoming an expert on not trusting parents and she doesn’t want to spread that lesson around if she doesn’t have to.
Fyr’s mention of her dad possibly being a murder shouldn’t be a surprise but it still shocks her - flashes of flame-bright colours and blood red racing across her iridescent coat. However big her fear of Mazikeen was, the fear of Gale was greater and she can feel her heart thunder in her chest just at the mention of him. She can't even string together a verbal reaction.
And she knew none of it it wasn’t her fault - but why did it all feel like it was anyway?
Sickle is wrestling with all these thoughts when Fyr steps closer, his flames extinguished and gives her another offer. His vague reference to violence makes her nervous but it’s overshadowed by the appreciation for the kindness that he gives to her. So she is the one to reach out to him, just a quick bump of the muzzle and a ghost of a smile. She realizes she hasn’t yet responded to his offer of a home either - and so her answer works for both. “I don’t… I don’t know Fyr. But I’ll think about it, I really will.” Although Sickle wants so badly to be kept and to have a home, she’s afraid. If she were to follow Fyr home like she had his mother, how long would it be after she got comfortable there before things started to crumble?
Maybe it was better to keep the idea of a home as an untouchable and unattainable dream that could feed her hope.
“Where’s Pangea anyway? So I know where to find you.” Whether it was to visit or to bring him with her to Hyaline - she still wanted to know where he'd be.