04-23-2018, 03:29 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
He smiles at her - broad and genuine - enjoying the way she spoke about his sister. It is obvious that Ilma has learned to know Solace the way that Svedka knows her. He also enjoys the way she speaks about him. He wonders if he is an open book, and that is why Ilma is able to describe him so accurately, or if there is something she can see in the depths of his cerulean gaze. Her next words make his brows rise slightly with curiosity, his chin bobbing slightly. “Would you like to do that now?” He asks, already thinking of areas he had not yet explored himself, and how much he would enjoy exploring the expanse around him with Ilma by his side. His gaze falling to the soft feathers of her brilliant white wings, wondering if it is even possible for her to have missed something to see in Hyaline, with her ability to fly.
Svedka’s eyes narrow thoughtfully, licking his lips before continuing: “What’s it like to fly?” His question is sudden and completely off topic, but he does not find it odd that he has done so. He thinks back to his father and asking him the same question - “Freedom,” the bay king had told him. He also remembers asking Corvus (he inhales quickly at the thought of him, holding his breath for just a moment before exhaling smoothly), and the buckskin had been unable to describe it to him. Svedka wonders what Solace would say, though he feels as if it would be along the lines of Warrick’s description.
For some reason, he feels like Ilma can give him another way of picturing it and would do so beautifully. He is still enamoured with the idea of flight itself - to heave yourself upwards without a second thought, to spiral through the clouds and to shoot so close to the sun you can feel it burning up your skin...the idea exhilarates him.
Svedka’s eyes narrow thoughtfully, licking his lips before continuing: “What’s it like to fly?” His question is sudden and completely off topic, but he does not find it odd that he has done so. He thinks back to his father and asking him the same question - “Freedom,” the bay king had told him. He also remembers asking Corvus (he inhales quickly at the thought of him, holding his breath for just a moment before exhaling smoothly), and the buckskin had been unable to describe it to him. Svedka wonders what Solace would say, though he feels as if it would be along the lines of Warrick’s description.
For some reason, he feels like Ilma can give him another way of picturing it and would do so beautifully. He is still enamoured with the idea of flight itself - to heave yourself upwards without a second thought, to spiral through the clouds and to shoot so close to the sun you can feel it burning up your skin...the idea exhilarates him.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Ilma]