02-11-2024, 06:17 PM
— and how long must I stay, will I lay by your side
just to say that I’m yours and you’ll never be mine;
just to say that I’m yours and you’ll never be mine;
She hopes he cannot see the way her face falls when he finally realizes she is too fragile for whatever he had planned. She is used to this, of course; she is always too fragile, and she is always the last to accept it.
She supposes it is for the best, anyway. What would she have done had she actually made it across? She is not a skilled fighter, and there is no telling what the other side of the river is hiding. Beqanna’s magic could be beautiful, but so rarely could it be trusted. Nothing was ever as simple as an earthquake or a storm or an eclipse, and it seemed as though everywhere that magic took root, some sort of darkness bloomed to offset it.
Her eyes follow a sparrow returning from the Unknown, and her delicate head tilts, the very beginnings of an idea starting to form. It would be too late to peer through the sparrow’s vision now, but what if…. “Maybe I could try to find something that lives over there and look through their sight?” she says, as if that is an entirely normal thing to say. She can only assume that he is as accustomed to everyone’s individual abilities as she is.
In her distraction of formulating her own idea she had not noticed that he was about to walk away, and she glances back towards him, he is looking at her as if he is finally seeing her.
“Gale,” she says with a smile, her lilac eyes lit with delight, oblivious to whatever he is wrestling with within his mind. “You do remember me.” She has no idea the type of chaos his curse had caused; she still sees him as the amiable stallion she had met all those years ago, just after the Alliance, and her joy in seeing him again is genuine. “I did, and so did you. And it looks like now we’ve found ourselves another mystery.”
She supposes it is for the best, anyway. What would she have done had she actually made it across? She is not a skilled fighter, and there is no telling what the other side of the river is hiding. Beqanna’s magic could be beautiful, but so rarely could it be trusted. Nothing was ever as simple as an earthquake or a storm or an eclipse, and it seemed as though everywhere that magic took root, some sort of darkness bloomed to offset it.
Her eyes follow a sparrow returning from the Unknown, and her delicate head tilts, the very beginnings of an idea starting to form. It would be too late to peer through the sparrow’s vision now, but what if…. “Maybe I could try to find something that lives over there and look through their sight?” she says, as if that is an entirely normal thing to say. She can only assume that he is as accustomed to everyone’s individual abilities as she is.
In her distraction of formulating her own idea she had not noticed that he was about to walk away, and she glances back towards him, he is looking at her as if he is finally seeing her.
“Gale,” she says with a smile, her lilac eyes lit with delight, oblivious to whatever he is wrestling with within his mind. “You do remember me.” She has no idea the type of chaos his curse had caused; she still sees him as the amiable stallion she had met all those years ago, just after the Alliance, and her joy in seeing him again is genuine. “I did, and so did you. And it looks like now we’ve found ourselves another mystery.”
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Gale