05-08-2018, 03:35 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
The outlands. The Beyond.
Or as Svedka dreams of it - the Forever.
The idea stirs something within him - something that has long been resting dormant in the billowing confines of his mind. An urge, an instinct, set deep within his bones and his very soul; to wander, to explore, to have his only home be himself and wherever he decides to lay his head. The views, the adventure, the unknown...it calls to him as it once did when he was just a yearling or a bit older, where he had ventured with his mother and father to the land of his ancestors. He had returned after a few winters - a man now, with the muscles and stature to prove it - and found himself in Hyaline, where his twin sister had taken the helm as caretaker instead of Amet. He had stayed out of curiosity (and because it would make Solace happy), and now suddenly realizes that he had not ever intended on creating a home out of the valley and its lake; but here he is.The milk-and-honey stallion shifts his weight, his eyes unfocused as Kagerus’ voice fills his head, tuning out the sound until he realizes that he has been silent for far too long.
‘...it is also Solace who keeps me here.’
The sound of his sister’s name jolts him from the daydream he had been pondering, and his cerulean gaze shifts quizzically to Kagerus’ for a moment. The woman is sure to be expecting the normal ‘lazy’ and simpering smile at her admission of her staying in Hyaline for the same reason as him, but she is met with a clear expression of expectancy, waiting for her to continue. He had missed part of the conversation - not enough to have it be noticable, but enough to where he truly had nothing to say just yet. Svedka fully processes her next sentence however, and the look she had been expecting now appears - his face relaxes as his smirk becomes all encompassing, mischief sparkling in his ocean blue eyes. He says nothing, but the look would surely cause a solid nip to his face or neck (of friendship, and not malice, though slightly filled with annoyance) from Kagerus, which he is unwaveringly ready for. She is lucky that his eyebrows remain pricked with curiosity, instead of wiggling knowingly.
She then dives into the political side of things that, though Svedka had no real pride for, are growing more increasingly important. Even he understood that there are such things as war and peace, and that things of ‘castes’ and ‘diplomacy’ are boring and drab, that he may at any moment have to take up arms and defend his country (his sister, his family). Briseis’ gentle and unsure gaze lingers on the streaks of blue in his mane, even though he is currently wondering if she is mesmerized by the hawk feathers twisted in the damp ivory and blue, or the flowers that hide beneath the thick veil. But it soon becomes clear that the idea of their appearance - however subtle Svedka finds his to be - are rather uncommon for her eyes. He smiles warmly at her, his silly expression that he had been giving Kagerus now fading as his eyes settle on her. She quietly assumes the role of resident for now, much like Svedka himself. But a resident is far more important than many would assume, and are merely more than citizen.
Svedka is about to comment on this, but Briseis is looking past him with a soft look of concern on her face and he does not fail to quickly turn his head over his shoulder in the same direction, curious as ever to see what has captured her attention. His bright gaze immediately finds Ilma - white and perfect and flawless beneath the golden sun - and his smile illuminates his face. He answers Briseis’ question with a loud neigh followed by a tender shout of her name: “Ilma!” His voice booms across the rocks and trees of the valley, and his neigh nearly pulls both forelegs from the ground. He had not seen the winged-angel in a long while, and his excitement is clear. He’s almost turned around now, the right side of his shoulder facing the two mares before him.
Or as Svedka dreams of it - the Forever.
The idea stirs something within him - something that has long been resting dormant in the billowing confines of his mind. An urge, an instinct, set deep within his bones and his very soul; to wander, to explore, to have his only home be himself and wherever he decides to lay his head. The views, the adventure, the unknown...it calls to him as it once did when he was just a yearling or a bit older, where he had ventured with his mother and father to the land of his ancestors. He had returned after a few winters - a man now, with the muscles and stature to prove it - and found himself in Hyaline, where his twin sister had taken the helm as caretaker instead of Amet. He had stayed out of curiosity (and because it would make Solace happy), and now suddenly realizes that he had not ever intended on creating a home out of the valley and its lake; but here he is.The milk-and-honey stallion shifts his weight, his eyes unfocused as Kagerus’ voice fills his head, tuning out the sound until he realizes that he has been silent for far too long.
‘...it is also Solace who keeps me here.’
The sound of his sister’s name jolts him from the daydream he had been pondering, and his cerulean gaze shifts quizzically to Kagerus’ for a moment. The woman is sure to be expecting the normal ‘lazy’ and simpering smile at her admission of her staying in Hyaline for the same reason as him, but she is met with a clear expression of expectancy, waiting for her to continue. He had missed part of the conversation - not enough to have it be noticable, but enough to where he truly had nothing to say just yet. Svedka fully processes her next sentence however, and the look she had been expecting now appears - his face relaxes as his smirk becomes all encompassing, mischief sparkling in his ocean blue eyes. He says nothing, but the look would surely cause a solid nip to his face or neck (of friendship, and not malice, though slightly filled with annoyance) from Kagerus, which he is unwaveringly ready for. She is lucky that his eyebrows remain pricked with curiosity, instead of wiggling knowingly.
She then dives into the political side of things that, though Svedka had no real pride for, are growing more increasingly important. Even he understood that there are such things as war and peace, and that things of ‘castes’ and ‘diplomacy’ are boring and drab, that he may at any moment have to take up arms and defend his country (his sister, his family). Briseis’ gentle and unsure gaze lingers on the streaks of blue in his mane, even though he is currently wondering if she is mesmerized by the hawk feathers twisted in the damp ivory and blue, or the flowers that hide beneath the thick veil. But it soon becomes clear that the idea of their appearance - however subtle Svedka finds his to be - are rather uncommon for her eyes. He smiles warmly at her, his silly expression that he had been giving Kagerus now fading as his eyes settle on her. She quietly assumes the role of resident for now, much like Svedka himself. But a resident is far more important than many would assume, and are merely more than citizen.
Svedka is about to comment on this, but Briseis is looking past him with a soft look of concern on her face and he does not fail to quickly turn his head over his shoulder in the same direction, curious as ever to see what has captured her attention. His bright gaze immediately finds Ilma - white and perfect and flawless beneath the golden sun - and his smile illuminates his face. He answers Briseis’ question with a loud neigh followed by a tender shout of her name: “Ilma!” His voice booms across the rocks and trees of the valley, and his neigh nearly pulls both forelegs from the ground. He had not seen the winged-angel in a long while, and his excitement is clear. He’s almost turned around now, the right side of his shoulder facing the two mares before him.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kagerus]