08-30-2018, 01:33 PM
Sibyl
a splash of promise
I'm here Sibyl
Those three words work to soften the tension which constricts her small shoulders and draws heavy lines across her young brow. By the time the blue splashed filly reaches her older sister, she drops smoothly into space which has been made for her. Unaware of the toll physical touch takes on her lovely protector, Sibyl savors the feeling of wings stretching over her, shielding her, and the reassuring rhythm of another beating heart. The vibrations of Marble's voice, light as it is, rumble against her skin where she leans into her chest, reminding her that they are together - that they will always be together.
The meaning of Marble's words nearly pass by unnoticed, as Warrick's youngest daughter nestles in closer to her comforter. But they are too heavy to simply slip away; they are everything Sibyl could hope for.
They’re sisters just like us, they’re gonna take care of dad.
It takes a moment, but the implications registers with force in her mind, causing Sibyl's heartbeat to quicken as her delicate face shoots up from its comfortable resting place. Her searching gaze lands on her sister's amber eyes with intensity.
"Really," she breathes in reverent agreement, and her deep sapphire eyes sparkle despite the cozy darkness of their wing-fort.
"They are going to make him better. Everything is going to be like it was." Her hushed voiced is brimming with hope, never questioning the fact that her wise sister has all the answers, and all to ready to jump to conclusions.
"Oh, Marble, I love you too," she says in a passionate whisper, as her head falls back into Marble's golden chest.
Those three words work to soften the tension which constricts her small shoulders and draws heavy lines across her young brow. By the time the blue splashed filly reaches her older sister, she drops smoothly into space which has been made for her. Unaware of the toll physical touch takes on her lovely protector, Sibyl savors the feeling of wings stretching over her, shielding her, and the reassuring rhythm of another beating heart. The vibrations of Marble's voice, light as it is, rumble against her skin where she leans into her chest, reminding her that they are together - that they will always be together.
The meaning of Marble's words nearly pass by unnoticed, as Warrick's youngest daughter nestles in closer to her comforter. But they are too heavy to simply slip away; they are everything Sibyl could hope for.
They’re sisters just like us, they’re gonna take care of dad.
It takes a moment, but the implications registers with force in her mind, causing Sibyl's heartbeat to quicken as her delicate face shoots up from its comfortable resting place. Her searching gaze lands on her sister's amber eyes with intensity.
"Really," she breathes in reverent agreement, and her deep sapphire eyes sparkle despite the cozy darkness of their wing-fort.
"They are going to make him better. Everything is going to be like it was." Her hushed voiced is brimming with hope, never questioning the fact that her wise sister has all the answers, and all to ready to jump to conclusions.
"Oh, Marble, I love you too," she says in a passionate whisper, as her head falls back into Marble's golden chest.
@[marble]