09-19-2018, 06:51 PM
With her daughter being a year old now, Briseis was falling back into her old ways. Her metallic blazed child was nothing like her; she was exhuberant and outgoing, willing to speak with almost anyone that would listen - and even those that didn’t. When she had been younger and dependent on her, it had forced Briseis to partake in conversations that she otherwise wouldn’t have. But now that the roan girl was old enough to be on her own most of the time, the black mare was melting once again into the shadows. She didn’t mind it, not like she used to. Beqanna was beginning to feel more like a home, and now when she patrolled the outskirts she didn’t feel like such an outsider. That longing she has felt, that empty lonliness she had been so desperate to fullfill, was beginning to fade away. The nightmares were also happening less frequently, but that didn’t put her at ease the way it should. Now, the flashbacks were happening in the daytime - a sudden tightening in her chest from the familiar squeeze of panic as her mind forced her to rewatch the fogged memories. There was nothing that triggered them; nothing that she could grasp, anyway. She had finally accepted that the sudden terrors were just something she would need to live with.
The spring sun felt warm on her back as she walked the familiar path to the river. It was her favorite place to go, since it was so close to Hyaline. While she used to travel for weeks at a time, she disliked being away from Chryseis for that long, and now she made sure she was always able to be back to Hyaline by nightfall. She is sure her daughter doesn’t care, but it puts her own mind at ease. Still, her wanderlust was insatiable. It amazed her that she was even still here. Even though she had no prior memories from before she washed ashore here, she has never been able to shake the restlessness from her bones. It brings her here again, across the flowered fields, the sounds of the river rushing over rocks singing across the hillsides.
She sees him, then, but the difference in him causes her to stop and blink. For a moment she simply stands there, wondering if her eyes had played tricks on her and it was perhaps just a horse that looked similar to Leilan. Without thought she begins to approach, a perplexed look upon her face, and she is so focused that she almost does not notice the bay mare also approaching until it is too late.
”Oh,” the word is a reflex from her surprise, but unfortunately it makes it now impossible to escape back to the shadows, unseen. She had stopped several feet from them once the other mare had arrived, but hearing his name had confirmed her suspicions. With the same look of confusion she looks to Leilan, an apology for interrupting dying on her lips as she tilts her delicate head, observing the scaling that laced his body. ”What happened to you?” The magic of Beqanna was still new to her; it was already hard enough for her to accept it, but now horses just suddenly changed as well? Cautiously she steps forward, her dark brown eyes settling for a moment on the mare that she does not know. Briseis is still clueless to how everyone else socializes and interprets their interactions with one another, and the idea that the other mare might actually have feelings for Leilan doesn’t cross her mind. Even though she shared a daughter with him, she remained emotionally detached. The first time she had been made aware that her and Leilan’s actions had the ability to hurt someone else was when she saw the look on Breckin’s face when she met Chryseis, by accident. It didn’t occur to the feral mustang mare that there were most likely others, since not everyone was as stoic as her.
The spring sun felt warm on her back as she walked the familiar path to the river. It was her favorite place to go, since it was so close to Hyaline. While she used to travel for weeks at a time, she disliked being away from Chryseis for that long, and now she made sure she was always able to be back to Hyaline by nightfall. She is sure her daughter doesn’t care, but it puts her own mind at ease. Still, her wanderlust was insatiable. It amazed her that she was even still here. Even though she had no prior memories from before she washed ashore here, she has never been able to shake the restlessness from her bones. It brings her here again, across the flowered fields, the sounds of the river rushing over rocks singing across the hillsides.
She sees him, then, but the difference in him causes her to stop and blink. For a moment she simply stands there, wondering if her eyes had played tricks on her and it was perhaps just a horse that looked similar to Leilan. Without thought she begins to approach, a perplexed look upon her face, and she is so focused that she almost does not notice the bay mare also approaching until it is too late.
”Oh,” the word is a reflex from her surprise, but unfortunately it makes it now impossible to escape back to the shadows, unseen. She had stopped several feet from them once the other mare had arrived, but hearing his name had confirmed her suspicions. With the same look of confusion she looks to Leilan, an apology for interrupting dying on her lips as she tilts her delicate head, observing the scaling that laced his body. ”What happened to you?” The magic of Beqanna was still new to her; it was already hard enough for her to accept it, but now horses just suddenly changed as well? Cautiously she steps forward, her dark brown eyes settling for a moment on the mare that she does not know. Briseis is still clueless to how everyone else socializes and interprets their interactions with one another, and the idea that the other mare might actually have feelings for Leilan doesn’t cross her mind. Even though she shared a daughter with him, she remained emotionally detached. The first time she had been made aware that her and Leilan’s actions had the ability to hurt someone else was when she saw the look on Breckin’s face when she met Chryseis, by accident. It didn’t occur to the feral mustang mare that there were most likely others, since not everyone was as stoic as her.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Leilan] @[Roseen]
Sorry she’s still socially awkward. Enjoy.