King of the Ashes - whoeverthehell

[Iset]

Iset

goddamn right
you should be scared of me

Lines were made to be crossed. There was no doubt in Iset’s mind that this was the case; always had been, always would be. From her place preparing to cross the lie between consciousness and sleep in Hyaline, she sees the plume of fire erupting into the night sky. 

“Levi.” 

The name falls from her tongue in a breathless whisper, and all at once she knows what the flames represent; a calling card. An invitation. One that her curiosity gives her no choice but to accept. Rising slowly, carefully, as so not to disturb her brother or any of the other residents that have taken up shop in Hyaline, Iset picks her way gently through the snarling underbrush and sets off on the path she knows will lead her to the fire and it’s master. 

When her trek was finally complete, the moon was seated high on it’s throne and doing its best to lend what little light it could to the meadow. The pale silvery glow highlighted Levi, standing proudly in a large clearing; but this time they were not alone. 

A smaller colt, looking gangly and a bit younger than Iset herself, stares up at the stallion, equal parts reverence and caution lighting his gaze while his ears hide in the pale purple fluff of his mane. 

Another horse, a filly about her age stands behind Levi, and she recognizes the mischievous expression in her eyes as one that often mirrored her own. They meet eyes briefly as she approaches, before she looks away languidly, careful not to give the filly away in whatever it was that she was trying to accomplish. 

She cocks her head slightly, staying far enough back that she could keep all the three horses in her field of vision. She was suddenly aware of the quiet, her mouth feeling warm and heavy as she fought the impulse to speak first. The quiet was never her forté. Her words were always her weapon, and because of this her current situation was even more uncomfortable. 

But, she could adapt. And with this crowd, she had gathered already that loud words would get her nothing.

And so she could wait.