04-17-2018, 11:15 PM
They flow together as a river does to the ocean, conduits for energy and life that ultimately become one. I stare in fascination as Dim swallows the girl with his being, and then comes together like a too-thick mist into the shape of a bat. Fanged, like me; my tongue runs over said decorations at the thought. Although he speaks to her and her along, I decipher from this subtle shift that he likes me; that he approves.
I can only hope that she does, too. For she is not some dumb foal, fresh out of the womb; she has eyes that strive to see, and a body that will take her to see it; it being whatever she chooses. I smile at the thought, again thinking to the potential of the being before me. Such grace in a little body, though I'm coming to see it more as a grace of the mind. Glim understands far more than some of the adults of Beqanna - than some of the current rulers.
(In truth, my heart aches at the thought of this girl growing up in the political climate that is due to erupt into a violent storm at any moment. She ought to stay tucked away in the corner until peace returns, though it hasn't left yet - but one can taste it in the air, this change across Beqanna. Big things are coming, and if it were my choice, I would gather all the children in one area and spare them the ugly mess of things... But then again. Hyaline was designed with the intention of being a safe-hold - especially for children. Hyaline is the only place that Glim has a chance of surviving what next shall come; had anyone other than me approached her today, had she not taken a shining to my black fangs and nutmeg eyes - she would be in perilious danger. So, in truth, my heart aches; but this is the best option for her.)
Dim holds my gaze as Glim commits my brother's name to memory, and an understanding passes between us. But for all that he is a manipulation, I respect his existence nonetheless; for I am a birther of things otherworldy. I have been a conduit for two lives from the dreamworld to here. I manipulated them into literal existence - and this shadow bat, this yellow-eyed soul; he is of the same nature. Shadow and dream are not so very different from one another; as my dreams are to Dim, so too is Glim to me. Kindred; connected; tethered.
Glim offers a thoughtful statement on the topic of my power of nightmares, and I nod my head, though avert my gaze. The truth is that I am not always the smiling, upright, noble woman she sees me as today. In fact, I am more often one of darkness. Birther of demons, seducer of royalty, suicide attempter. Balance must be kept, and I have failed to keep it; and in the presence of such an unmarred life, the guilt of having submitted to the darkness overrides my ability to keep a presentable expression.
But the pained look passes, and I raise my gaze to hers again. My mouth feels chalky, but I refuse to brush her off in the name of goddamned propriety. She deserved to know. "It's not always easy to keep the balance, my friend." My brow furrows, but I hold her gaze almost as if to look away would be a fault on both our parts. "But I hope that you hold on for as long as possible."
Shuddering, I shake off the weightedness of this last exchange, and turn to gaze at the setting sun. When Glim's eyes follow, hope returns to my darkened chest, and I wonder if she will choose to accompany me back to Hyaline. Gods, I hope so. And as her little shoulders square off and her voice rings out strongly and with a well-earned pride, I cannot help the genuine grin that alights on my darkened lips. How strongly I feel for this little life already; how passionately I will protect her.
"Let us go."
--
Darkness has just begun to truly settle as we reach the scentlines of Hyaline. The journey went by quickly, as I only stopped twice to allow Glim a rest; passing by Sylva and Loess makes me anxious these days, and I couldn't afford to get either of us captured and held for ransom right now. There's too much at stake - in this moment in particular, Glim's life being the foremost priority.
But we are here now, and with a smile cast in the girl's direction, I raise my head to whinny an open-ended greeting into the kingdom. For Khaedrik, perhaps, or Solace; even Svedka might come. At the thought of that last, the golden stallion, I wonder if he will come bearing an apple, too; he's been rather odd lately, coming and bringing me gifts of apples for no reason besides he's Svedka and he has no real responsibilities here except to be cutsie I guess.
Anyhow!
Snorting and leaning down to snatch a biteful of my homeland's succulent grass, I continue walking for some time before swallowing and inhaling to speak. "I hope you aren't too tired from the journey, Glim. I would have taken more time, but there's tension in Beqanna and stopping for too long puts us at a great risk. As it is, we're here now, and there's caves by the lake to sleep in if you'd like; but if you have the energy, seeing the lake is always what people like most." I smile again, fangless now after the long journey, but hoping that she'll still like me even without the black teeth. "It's not so far, but if you need to stop, we can."
@[glim] I love these two so much!!
I can only hope that she does, too. For she is not some dumb foal, fresh out of the womb; she has eyes that strive to see, and a body that will take her to see it; it being whatever she chooses. I smile at the thought, again thinking to the potential of the being before me. Such grace in a little body, though I'm coming to see it more as a grace of the mind. Glim understands far more than some of the adults of Beqanna - than some of the current rulers.
(In truth, my heart aches at the thought of this girl growing up in the political climate that is due to erupt into a violent storm at any moment. She ought to stay tucked away in the corner until peace returns, though it hasn't left yet - but one can taste it in the air, this change across Beqanna. Big things are coming, and if it were my choice, I would gather all the children in one area and spare them the ugly mess of things... But then again. Hyaline was designed with the intention of being a safe-hold - especially for children. Hyaline is the only place that Glim has a chance of surviving what next shall come; had anyone other than me approached her today, had she not taken a shining to my black fangs and nutmeg eyes - she would be in perilious danger. So, in truth, my heart aches; but this is the best option for her.)
Dim holds my gaze as Glim commits my brother's name to memory, and an understanding passes between us. But for all that he is a manipulation, I respect his existence nonetheless; for I am a birther of things otherworldy. I have been a conduit for two lives from the dreamworld to here. I manipulated them into literal existence - and this shadow bat, this yellow-eyed soul; he is of the same nature. Shadow and dream are not so very different from one another; as my dreams are to Dim, so too is Glim to me. Kindred; connected; tethered.
Glim offers a thoughtful statement on the topic of my power of nightmares, and I nod my head, though avert my gaze. The truth is that I am not always the smiling, upright, noble woman she sees me as today. In fact, I am more often one of darkness. Birther of demons, seducer of royalty, suicide attempter. Balance must be kept, and I have failed to keep it; and in the presence of such an unmarred life, the guilt of having submitted to the darkness overrides my ability to keep a presentable expression.
But the pained look passes, and I raise my gaze to hers again. My mouth feels chalky, but I refuse to brush her off in the name of goddamned propriety. She deserved to know. "It's not always easy to keep the balance, my friend." My brow furrows, but I hold her gaze almost as if to look away would be a fault on both our parts. "But I hope that you hold on for as long as possible."
Shuddering, I shake off the weightedness of this last exchange, and turn to gaze at the setting sun. When Glim's eyes follow, hope returns to my darkened chest, and I wonder if she will choose to accompany me back to Hyaline. Gods, I hope so. And as her little shoulders square off and her voice rings out strongly and with a well-earned pride, I cannot help the genuine grin that alights on my darkened lips. How strongly I feel for this little life already; how passionately I will protect her.
"Let us go."
--
Darkness has just begun to truly settle as we reach the scentlines of Hyaline. The journey went by quickly, as I only stopped twice to allow Glim a rest; passing by Sylva and Loess makes me anxious these days, and I couldn't afford to get either of us captured and held for ransom right now. There's too much at stake - in this moment in particular, Glim's life being the foremost priority.
But we are here now, and with a smile cast in the girl's direction, I raise my head to whinny an open-ended greeting into the kingdom. For Khaedrik, perhaps, or Solace; even Svedka might come. At the thought of that last, the golden stallion, I wonder if he will come bearing an apple, too; he's been rather odd lately, coming and bringing me gifts of apples for no reason besides he's Svedka and he has no real responsibilities here except to be cutsie I guess.
Anyhow!
Snorting and leaning down to snatch a biteful of my homeland's succulent grass, I continue walking for some time before swallowing and inhaling to speak. "I hope you aren't too tired from the journey, Glim. I would have taken more time, but there's tension in Beqanna and stopping for too long puts us at a great risk. As it is, we're here now, and there's caves by the lake to sleep in if you'd like; but if you have the energy, seeing the lake is always what people like most." I smile again, fangless now after the long journey, but hoping that she'll still like me even without the black teeth. "It's not so far, but if you need to stop, we can."
@[glim] I love these two so much!!
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