09-20-2018, 10:58 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Time had a funny way of catching up with him; it was a late winter or early spring day, and suddenly the sccent and -immediately also- voice of Roseen was there. Of all he had wronged last spring he honestly he had not really expected her here.
Swiveling his ears, he turns around to look at her. Himself, he has changed, but she had as well. A belly round, obviously with foal, but it does not yet occur to him through his thick hazy skull that it would not be Arthas’ baby. ”Roseen.” His tone is an indication that this probably will not be a light-hearted reunion; a bit dull hollow almost, because he knows he has hurt her or if she hadn’t realized yet, would do so now. His eyes gather a deep purple colour, a mix of the deep blue sadness he feels for her at her light tone, mixed with a pinkish colour of shame, it is the colour of regret, all in all. A colour he would carry more often for a while, probably. ”Aren’t you supposed to be in Loess? Or are you not with Arthas?” Slightly confused with a look at the roundness of her; he’d thought she had chosen to be Arthas’ herd mare after they had parted ways, since he cannot give her what she wants. But it seems that maybe she still has hope, for which he is most deeply sorry. He cannot love, he knows. At least, not anyone that isn’t Breckin, and since she doesn’t want him that is basically the same thing.
The scales that make up his brown-bronze face are new also, and that must be where the next question comes from although it is not the sooty bay asking. As he turns to look, it is Briseis - the first he had been with here in Beqanna, after the first breakup he had with Breckin; the first he knows has careied his child. ”Briseis, hi. I’ve eh.” he shakes his head, clealy having trouble with the switch of subject, since it’s such a heavy one. So very unlike him, usually. ”Well, I’ve been visiting the mountain.” Less regretful, while he looks at her and talks about the changes, his eyes slowly take on the icy colour of before. Though it won’t last long, probably. ”Never challenge the fairies.” he emphasizes with a half-smile. ”How’s Chryseis doing?” he informs then. It will be his doom or maybe Roseen’s but, he doesn’t want to ignore his only daughter. She may not be harmed by or held responsible for anything he did, after all. And perhaps she can learn from his mistakes. That’d be the only good thing coming from him then; his child.
Swiveling his ears, he turns around to look at her. Himself, he has changed, but she had as well. A belly round, obviously with foal, but it does not yet occur to him through his thick hazy skull that it would not be Arthas’ baby. ”Roseen.” His tone is an indication that this probably will not be a light-hearted reunion; a bit dull hollow almost, because he knows he has hurt her or if she hadn’t realized yet, would do so now. His eyes gather a deep purple colour, a mix of the deep blue sadness he feels for her at her light tone, mixed with a pinkish colour of shame, it is the colour of regret, all in all. A colour he would carry more often for a while, probably. ”Aren’t you supposed to be in Loess? Or are you not with Arthas?” Slightly confused with a look at the roundness of her; he’d thought she had chosen to be Arthas’ herd mare after they had parted ways, since he cannot give her what she wants. But it seems that maybe she still has hope, for which he is most deeply sorry. He cannot love, he knows. At least, not anyone that isn’t Breckin, and since she doesn’t want him that is basically the same thing.
The scales that make up his brown-bronze face are new also, and that must be where the next question comes from although it is not the sooty bay asking. As he turns to look, it is Briseis - the first he had been with here in Beqanna, after the first breakup he had with Breckin; the first he knows has careied his child. ”Briseis, hi. I’ve eh.” he shakes his head, clealy having trouble with the switch of subject, since it’s such a heavy one. So very unlike him, usually. ”Well, I’ve been visiting the mountain.” Less regretful, while he looks at her and talks about the changes, his eyes slowly take on the icy colour of before. Though it won’t last long, probably. ”Never challenge the fairies.” he emphasizes with a half-smile. ”How’s Chryseis doing?” he informs then. It will be his doom or maybe Roseen’s but, he doesn’t want to ignore his only daughter. She may not be harmed by or held responsible for anything he did, after all. And perhaps she can learn from his mistakes. That’d be the only good thing coming from him then; his child.
@[Roseen] @[Briseis] I thiiink this might be before he finally talks to Breckin but I don’t know honestly :/
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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