[private] do you feel like a young god? ciri

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

His foreleg is still stiff despite the healthy amount of walking he's done so far today. The stallion had hoped that it would loosen, that he hadn't actually harmed himself during his adventure with Jah-Lilah, but he is starting to doubt that it's entirely unscathed. The way his hooves sink into the sand does little to assist the sore appendage, but there is no avoiding the terrain as he trudges across the island.

It would seem that Circinae has left Ischia for the day, most likely through her water portal, and Amet sighs dejectedly. He will need to venture back towards the shore, towards Ciri and Castile. Towards another bout of heartbreak. The young king suddenly screams his frustration into the trees, letting the sound echo through the verdant topiary and coax colorful birds from their roosts. He pays no mind to their wings and the way they rustle through the branches, instead pivoting his malnourished golden body around so that he may head again in the direction of home.

The rustling of a creature much larger than a bird draws his attention and Amet slings his head towards the noise, his pupils narrowed as he waits for whoever it is to break through the trees and vines. Perhaps it's Circinae, he hopes, but alas...

Their eyes meet, all gold and silver and rife with emotion. Amet's breath catches and his heartbeat does the same, threatening to break that which beats within his narrow chest. He hadn't wanted for her to see him like this ─ thin, unhealthy, heartbroken, sickly. His jaw clenches and he turns his gilded frame to get out of her way if she wants to move by him and he wills the hurt inside of him back down once more, hiding it deep within him in hopes that doing so for long enough will dissolve the emotions entirely.

"Sorry," he says finally, breaking the silence with a hollow voice, "if I interrupted your meeting with Castile. I was just trying to go home." He can still hear her voice calling to the other stallion. The hope that had trickled into it. His ears flit backwards briefly before his neutral countenance returns, eyes moving beyond his akmar the smoky black mare and to the tropical backdrop. "I guess I should go now."

Amet

@[Ciri]