Takei
Ischia is the closest thing he’s ever had to a home (and even in that regard it is much more her home than his) and it feels damn good. Although his parents did their best to raise him with tender words and open arms, the embrace of his mother or the tune of his father would never be home in his mind. They had provided him with enough knowledge to care for himself past their protection, but Trekk and Noori’s star-stricken eyes always turned back to each other in the end.
He didn’t mind the ferocity of his parents love. In fact, he hadn’t truly noticed it until Trekori came along to remind him of it. But Takei’s sure as hell glad to have his brother around, otherwise he might still be roaming Beqanna’s hidden hallways wondering if there’s a purpose to his life. Regardless of his parents affections or his brother’s arrival, Takei could never imagine leaving a place he has spent his entire life. He’s too much of a wanderer with worn-in hiking boots and a water-bottle tattooed with the bumper stickers of his travels.
Ischia has proved that his wayfaring heart can be sated at least somewhat. The kingdom life still rubs at the edges of his shoulders, forming minor bruises and itches that will fade with time until he has slipped easily into the roll. For now, his nighttime adventures along the beach (on a night such as tonight) help to comfort his drifting heart.
She comforts it, too. The moonlight shines on her lavender and pearl patches, illuminating her like a goddess of the night. Takei doesn’t recognize her, but she smells stronger of Ischia than even he (despite his association with the kingdom, underlying hints of Hyaline and Beqanna’s rural countrysides linger against his skin). She is hesitant and he can see it in the tension along her shoulders and the low sway of her head.
He’s about to respond to her soft echo when the ocean stirs before them. The Brother has seen whales and dolphins breach the waves frequently, especially when hunting, but it rarely happens at night. This isn’t any normal aquatic creature, especially when it calls across the expanse and begins moving toward them. Takei’s ears pin into the tangled mass of his red-and-white mane, his chin tipping into his neck as his oryx horns aim themselves more pointedly toward it.
But it knows the mare beside him, and so Takei finds himself relaxing only the barest hint. When it speaks to him, the tobiano’s voice comes out equally as gruff. “I’m Takei. Who’re you?”
He didn’t mind the ferocity of his parents love. In fact, he hadn’t truly noticed it until Trekori came along to remind him of it. But Takei’s sure as hell glad to have his brother around, otherwise he might still be roaming Beqanna’s hidden hallways wondering if there’s a purpose to his life. Regardless of his parents affections or his brother’s arrival, Takei could never imagine leaving a place he has spent his entire life. He’s too much of a wanderer with worn-in hiking boots and a water-bottle tattooed with the bumper stickers of his travels.
Ischia has proved that his wayfaring heart can be sated at least somewhat. The kingdom life still rubs at the edges of his shoulders, forming minor bruises and itches that will fade with time until he has slipped easily into the roll. For now, his nighttime adventures along the beach (on a night such as tonight) help to comfort his drifting heart.
She comforts it, too. The moonlight shines on her lavender and pearl patches, illuminating her like a goddess of the night. Takei doesn’t recognize her, but she smells stronger of Ischia than even he (despite his association with the kingdom, underlying hints of Hyaline and Beqanna’s rural countrysides linger against his skin). She is hesitant and he can see it in the tension along her shoulders and the low sway of her head.
He’s about to respond to her soft echo when the ocean stirs before them. The Brother has seen whales and dolphins breach the waves frequently, especially when hunting, but it rarely happens at night. This isn’t any normal aquatic creature, especially when it calls across the expanse and begins moving toward them. Takei’s ears pin into the tangled mass of his red-and-white mane, his chin tipping into his neck as his oryx horns aim themselves more pointedly toward it.
But it knows the mare beside him, and so Takei finds himself relaxing only the barest hint. When it speaks to him, the tobiano’s voice comes out equally as gruff. “I’m Takei. Who’re you?”
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Kylin] / @[Ivar] / *writes a novel just to say four words*