10-27-2025, 01:56 AM
T U M U L T
The air between them hummed, electric and waiting, and for a moment he only watched her. Something about her seems too soft, too bright to be from here. It is an inexplicable thing, the way those born here seem to come into the world with every awful and tragic thing in their ancestor’s histories carved into their bones, sealing their fates before they take their first breath.
This place, this land, fed on innocence and light, and though he has just met her he already wishes he had a way to protect her from it, even though he could not protect himself.
“If there is one thing I have learned about Beqanna, it’s that there are far worse things that can happen here besides rain and thunder,” he says, a bit wryly. In his short time here, he has witnessed the kingdoms fall and reshape, he has seen two entirely unheard of realms unearth themselves and bring with them creatures of the sea and sky, and numerous other strange displays of magic that left him unsettled. He had not known power could be used in such ways until he came here, and so often he wonders why he has not left again. It is addicting, almost, the way this place grabs hold of you, forcing you to bear witness to the way it will continue to tear itself apart, to feel the need to see what terrible and strange thing might happen next.
And perhaps he is doing her a disservice to think that she could not fend for herself in this wild world, and she did not need him as a shield, but that soft lilt of her voice causes something to twinge inside of his chest, and it may be all beyond his control now.
He is quiet for a moment as he watches the small prisms of light created by the mist of his wings, the way the glittering silver droplets cling to her skin in places before he answers her last question. “I’m not sure,” he muses, the words spoken low, contemplating. “I usually prefer to be alone, but the meadow called to me today, it seems.” There is another of his minuscule, barely-there smiles, his storm-gray eyes finding hers, “perhaps there is about to be a change in Beqanna, again. Everything here seems to shift when there is.”
This place, this land, fed on innocence and light, and though he has just met her he already wishes he had a way to protect her from it, even though he could not protect himself.
“If there is one thing I have learned about Beqanna, it’s that there are far worse things that can happen here besides rain and thunder,” he says, a bit wryly. In his short time here, he has witnessed the kingdoms fall and reshape, he has seen two entirely unheard of realms unearth themselves and bring with them creatures of the sea and sky, and numerous other strange displays of magic that left him unsettled. He had not known power could be used in such ways until he came here, and so often he wonders why he has not left again. It is addicting, almost, the way this place grabs hold of you, forcing you to bear witness to the way it will continue to tear itself apart, to feel the need to see what terrible and strange thing might happen next.
And perhaps he is doing her a disservice to think that she could not fend for herself in this wild world, and she did not need him as a shield, but that soft lilt of her voice causes something to twinge inside of his chest, and it may be all beyond his control now.
He is quiet for a moment as he watches the small prisms of light created by the mist of his wings, the way the glittering silver droplets cling to her skin in places before he answers her last question. “I’m not sure,” he muses, the words spoken low, contemplating. “I usually prefer to be alone, but the meadow called to me today, it seems.” There is another of his minuscule, barely-there smiles, his storm-gray eyes finding hers, “perhaps there is about to be a change in Beqanna, again. Everything here seems to shift when there is.”
CAN YOU TELL ME, WILL I BREAK OR WILL I BEND?
@Tipitina