Ruan
Ruan waited for her response with bated breath. Then something entirely mystical happened.
Her eyes swirled with the light of magic, and her scars reappeared, glowing. He was mesmerized, utterly transfixed.
He felt a brush against his consciousness. Then she was there, laying bare the memories of his past. Light filled his periphery, until even her graceful form washed away in the surreal visions. He wasn't sure what she intended with him, but he chose to trust her. His body was held rigid by the powerful magic flowing between them, and his own icey blood laced through him in eager response.
Images slid across his vision, places he'd been to, faces he'd met, as if her power was sifting through his stories to choose which it would read to them.
A tragedy, it chose.
He saw his mother, as he'd last seen her, weary and broken. His heart warmed at seeing her again, but then shattered as her magic wrote the ending to an unfinished piece. He choked as he saw her at possibly the stongest moment of her life, where she finally took control of her fate and ended it. Even he, her little colt, couldn't make her happy. Without his knowledge, his magic threw up a thick barrier of ice around them like a child diving beneath the blankets for safety. His chest tightened in grief and his body shuddered, but there was more.
Morigan's face appeared. She was as lovely as he remembered. The pain of the previous vision subdued under her beauty. Things he couldn't possibly have known played across in silent color. Morigan, with children; such beautiful children. A silent tear traced his jaw. He missed her. He had to find her. He needed his family back. Nieces and nephews he didn't even know about, he'd missed. Did they know of him? Were they still around the lands? Would anyone remember him..
He became aware of a faraway chanting, praying. The mare's voice, Reagan. He could discern nothing but the sound of her voice, so distant he almost hadn't heard it, though it felt familiar as if he'd been hearing it this whole time. He wasn't really sure what to think of her, or how to feel. What were her intentions? What sort of things were in her heart? However, a tendril of calm snaked through him when he heard her voice, the gentleness lulling his nerves, despite his uncertainties.
Then Reagan's voice came clear, from within his mind and outside him. Death and children, she speaks of. Love and sadness. Fire and ice.
Ruan felt confused, and so empty. His eyes pinched shut in his emotional torment. He needed more.
Please..
He tried to tell her but he found he couldn't speak. Pain and grief welled in his throat. Another shudder racked through his body, as if swallowing the sobs he wouldn't express. He could do nothing but wait helplessly for her magic to show them more or release him.
Her eyes swirled with the light of magic, and her scars reappeared, glowing. He was mesmerized, utterly transfixed.
He felt a brush against his consciousness. Then she was there, laying bare the memories of his past. Light filled his periphery, until even her graceful form washed away in the surreal visions. He wasn't sure what she intended with him, but he chose to trust her. His body was held rigid by the powerful magic flowing between them, and his own icey blood laced through him in eager response.
Images slid across his vision, places he'd been to, faces he'd met, as if her power was sifting through his stories to choose which it would read to them.
A tragedy, it chose.
He saw his mother, as he'd last seen her, weary and broken. His heart warmed at seeing her again, but then shattered as her magic wrote the ending to an unfinished piece. He choked as he saw her at possibly the stongest moment of her life, where she finally took control of her fate and ended it. Even he, her little colt, couldn't make her happy. Without his knowledge, his magic threw up a thick barrier of ice around them like a child diving beneath the blankets for safety. His chest tightened in grief and his body shuddered, but there was more.
Morigan's face appeared. She was as lovely as he remembered. The pain of the previous vision subdued under her beauty. Things he couldn't possibly have known played across in silent color. Morigan, with children; such beautiful children. A silent tear traced his jaw. He missed her. He had to find her. He needed his family back. Nieces and nephews he didn't even know about, he'd missed. Did they know of him? Were they still around the lands? Would anyone remember him..
He became aware of a faraway chanting, praying. The mare's voice, Reagan. He could discern nothing but the sound of her voice, so distant he almost hadn't heard it, though it felt familiar as if he'd been hearing it this whole time. He wasn't really sure what to think of her, or how to feel. What were her intentions? What sort of things were in her heart? However, a tendril of calm snaked through him when he heard her voice, the gentleness lulling his nerves, despite his uncertainties.
Then Reagan's voice came clear, from within his mind and outside him. Death and children, she speaks of. Love and sadness. Fire and ice.
Ruan felt confused, and so empty. His eyes pinched shut in his emotional torment. He needed more.
Please..
He tried to tell her but he found he couldn't speak. Pain and grief welled in his throat. Another shudder racked through his body, as if swallowing the sobs he wouldn't express. He could do nothing but wait helplessly for her magic to show them more or release him.
