04-08-2018, 11:56 AM
haze like a fever
i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet
He looks as if he’s been revived from the dead. Although the maroon streaks on his sides are worrying, his physical health is equally as concerning. Wishbone finds herself leaping forward when the winged stallion tries to stand. She offers her shoulder for him to lean against, but it’s up to him whether he will accept her help.
Once he is standing somewhat steadily, Wishbone looks him over again. Her eyes are critical, seeing the droop of his wings and the patterns of white and black and red on his body. He smells strongly of Loess, even amid the infiltrating scents of smoke and ash and brine. “I’m Wishbone.” Her reply is short and simple. She isn’t a stranger to the way adults twist their conversations in favor of the child, attempting to draw them away from the most prominent (and possibly threatening) situation.
“Who’s blood is that?” It’s the main question she’s wants an answer for. It could be the blood from some long-lost child in the uncharted forests of Beqanna or from a cougar he had to fight or maybe he’d just come back from the Alliance. Wishbone’s lips are drawn in a firm line on her sable muzzle and the fire in her amber eyes leave no room for argument. Although she is small in comparison to him, it wouldn’t be difficult for her to attack him with the state he’s in.
Once he is standing somewhat steadily, Wishbone looks him over again. Her eyes are critical, seeing the droop of his wings and the patterns of white and black and red on his body. He smells strongly of Loess, even amid the infiltrating scents of smoke and ash and brine. “I’m Wishbone.” Her reply is short and simple. She isn’t a stranger to the way adults twist their conversations in favor of the child, attempting to draw them away from the most prominent (and possibly threatening) situation.
“Who’s blood is that?” It’s the main question she’s wants an answer for. It could be the blood from some long-lost child in the uncharted forests of Beqanna or from a cougar he had to fight or maybe he’d just come back from the Alliance. Wishbone’s lips are drawn in a firm line on her sable muzzle and the fire in her amber eyes leave no room for argument. Although she is small in comparison to him, it wouldn’t be difficult for her to attack him with the state he’s in.
@[Castile] I originally edited my first post so it included them meeting each other in Loess but with how wonky these timelines are, we can just assume they haven't met yet haha.