He'd fallen asleep at his post. It wasn't the first time. One had to sleep eventually, and days had turned into months of standing guard on his beach. Things were changing all around him. Krone was gone, voted out by the stallions who now walked the island. He may as well have been made of stone, diving beneath the waves when others drew near. He stayed below as long as he could, growing intimately familiar with the rocky outline of the sea floor where it met the land.
He was asleep. And he dreamed. Dreams were frequent visitors, all bearing the same name. Tonight was no different. It began as a shining on the edge of his dim vision. A glow that grew nearer as the scent of the sea infiltrated his senses. Laughter pealed through the air, the sound of summer and childhood. Cool air kissed him. Slowly, his mind returned to awareness. Something was different. His name. He'd heard it. The sea stallion lifted his head hesitantly. Had he imagined it, the soft voice almost gone from memory?
A primitive bugle thrummed from his chest, mingled with the whistling porpoise cry he'd adopted to air his echolocation. A stallion calling for his mare. The call flowed back, constructing an image he was familiar with. Shoreline and stone, low brush and slender palms. And a figure where figures did not tend to stand. The image faded in his mind.
It was as though the night itself were holding her breath. The shush of sand beneath hooves carried on the stillness. Cooler than the ambient air, his steps halted as the unmistakable oceanic aura of his beloved filled him. He could hear her breathing. Perhaps harder than usual, but if she really had been underwater this whole time... what did he say?
"I missed you."
His voice wasn't as strong as he wanted it to be. There should be more, some pledge, some promise. There wasn't one. Anything more seemed unnecessary now, in the moment. There would be time to talk. It all summed up to 'I missed you ', anyway.
@[Nyxa]
He was asleep. And he dreamed. Dreams were frequent visitors, all bearing the same name. Tonight was no different. It began as a shining on the edge of his dim vision. A glow that grew nearer as the scent of the sea infiltrated his senses. Laughter pealed through the air, the sound of summer and childhood. Cool air kissed him. Slowly, his mind returned to awareness. Something was different. His name. He'd heard it. The sea stallion lifted his head hesitantly. Had he imagined it, the soft voice almost gone from memory?
A primitive bugle thrummed from his chest, mingled with the whistling porpoise cry he'd adopted to air his echolocation. A stallion calling for his mare. The call flowed back, constructing an image he was familiar with. Shoreline and stone, low brush and slender palms. And a figure where figures did not tend to stand. The image faded in his mind.
It was as though the night itself were holding her breath. The shush of sand beneath hooves carried on the stillness. Cooler than the ambient air, his steps halted as the unmistakable oceanic aura of his beloved filled him. He could hear her breathing. Perhaps harder than usual, but if she really had been underwater this whole time... what did he say?
"I missed you."
His voice wasn't as strong as he wanted it to be. There should be more, some pledge, some promise. There wasn't one. Anything more seemed unnecessary now, in the moment. There would be time to talk. It all summed up to 'I missed you ', anyway.
@[Nyxa]