She wasn’t searching for him, but she was hoping they would cross paths. There is a part of her that has gone missing since their separation. A deep longing has ached in her heart, twisting through her mind as each long day passed by. For a while Estela was alone. In her solitude her mind returned to the Dale and to Jinn, wondering what he was doing and who he was with. Surely he would be a spectacle to his peers. How many emaciated children are there? They’re special, the archangel twins.
With her eyes cast down to the grass she hardly notices the change in the breeze or the voices permeating the air around her. In her castaway she almost forgot how alive Beqanna was. The conversations grate against her ears uncomfortably, but she doesn’t move away. This is her world – her home – so why would she shy from it? Her tongue slips out from between her lips, scaling across them thoughtfully. Her next move in life is critical. Unfortunately, she lacks the immortality her parents possess and so her days are counted, limited. The urgency to engage herself is biting at her heels irritably. While she is still young she has the potential and ambition to be something more than just another face of the crowd (although it’s difficult for one such as her to be lost in a group).
When her head lifts to stare into the treeline she is met by a voice she hasn’t heard in quite some time. Her name tumbles excitedly from her sibling’s lips as he romps through the fluffy layer of snow toward her. She glances down to where she had seen the grass, but it’s embraced by white.
How long has she been out here? How did she not notice? Was she just imagining the grass?
She sees small jades of green trying to surface, but they’re drowning like she is in her own sub consciousness.
A smile is returned to her brother as he comes to her side. She feels his ribs drum against her own. ”You need to eat,” she humors, knowing well that all the food in the world wouldn’t give him a meatier appearance. Apparently Jinn shares a deathly appearance with their grandfather. Estela simply inherited the precarious claws. They are unseen for now, buried along with the grass by the frigid snow. A chill runs down her spine as she curls her toes then glances over to her brother’s blocky hooves. ”I’m shocked I didn’t hear you running with those things,” perhaps the last jab she will playfully say. With uncharacteristic tenderness Estela presses her lips to the arch of his neck. ”I’ve missed you, Jinn.” There is warmth in her voice where there is usually ice, but he is the only one that she cares for so deeply. It’s their relationship together, their time in the womb together, that she holds so dearly. In this chaotic world at least she has someone capable of anchoring her down.
With her eyes cast down to the grass she hardly notices the change in the breeze or the voices permeating the air around her. In her castaway she almost forgot how alive Beqanna was. The conversations grate against her ears uncomfortably, but she doesn’t move away. This is her world – her home – so why would she shy from it? Her tongue slips out from between her lips, scaling across them thoughtfully. Her next move in life is critical. Unfortunately, she lacks the immortality her parents possess and so her days are counted, limited. The urgency to engage herself is biting at her heels irritably. While she is still young she has the potential and ambition to be something more than just another face of the crowd (although it’s difficult for one such as her to be lost in a group).
When her head lifts to stare into the treeline she is met by a voice she hasn’t heard in quite some time. Her name tumbles excitedly from her sibling’s lips as he romps through the fluffy layer of snow toward her. She glances down to where she had seen the grass, but it’s embraced by white.
How long has she been out here? How did she not notice? Was she just imagining the grass?
She sees small jades of green trying to surface, but they’re drowning like she is in her own sub consciousness.
A smile is returned to her brother as he comes to her side. She feels his ribs drum against her own. ”You need to eat,” she humors, knowing well that all the food in the world wouldn’t give him a meatier appearance. Apparently Jinn shares a deathly appearance with their grandfather. Estela simply inherited the precarious claws. They are unseen for now, buried along with the grass by the frigid snow. A chill runs down her spine as she curls her toes then glances over to her brother’s blocky hooves. ”I’m shocked I didn’t hear you running with those things,” perhaps the last jab she will playfully say. With uncharacteristic tenderness Estela presses her lips to the arch of his neck. ”I’ve missed you, Jinn.” There is warmth in her voice where there is usually ice, but he is the only one that she cares for so deeply. It’s their relationship together, their time in the womb together, that she holds so dearly. In this chaotic world at least she has someone capable of anchoring her down.
Estela
lies are dripping off your face