09-26-2016, 02:26 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
They are drawn like moths to a flame (but he is no longer their guiding light). Their eyes find him, drink him in, but neither utter a word. Tiphon, silenced by the singing of birds and the rippling of the spring, regards them plainly at first. They are islanders now, like him, but their scents are distorted. He remembers Vida, but the other? No.
Their scents are muddled by their trek here, their swim having bathed them in sea salt and sand. It’s a smell he is still adjusting to, but he is quickly admiring it with each passing day. It isn’t the Dale – it never would be – but it is home now. This is a paradise where their names will be etched into history and they will create something greater than what they had in The Before. Having a mote (actually much larger than that) surrounding their island protects them, but it won’t be long until that will be more easily overcome. In the meantime, they will swim or fly.
”Hello,” he finally says to Amanita, drawn to her uncertainty and her wide eyes, but then he looks back and smiles, ”Vida, hello to you again.” She has followed them as he hoped she would. It was an opportunity for change, for a new home for her. He immediately embraced her into this family of theirs. The excitement in having her here is subdued by his interest in the stranger. He inches toward her slowly then stops with their eyes meeting and holding. ”I’m Tiphon and this is Vida,”he implies the mare behind him with an inclination of his porcelain head, ”Welcome to Ischia.” The name is still foreign on his tongue, but sweet like the nectar in the native flowers.
Their scents are muddled by their trek here, their swim having bathed them in sea salt and sand. It’s a smell he is still adjusting to, but he is quickly admiring it with each passing day. It isn’t the Dale – it never would be – but it is home now. This is a paradise where their names will be etched into history and they will create something greater than what they had in The Before. Having a mote (actually much larger than that) surrounding their island protects them, but it won’t be long until that will be more easily overcome. In the meantime, they will swim or fly.
”Hello,” he finally says to Amanita, drawn to her uncertainty and her wide eyes, but then he looks back and smiles, ”Vida, hello to you again.” She has followed them as he hoped she would. It was an opportunity for change, for a new home for her. He immediately embraced her into this family of theirs. The excitement in having her here is subdued by his interest in the stranger. He inches toward her slowly then stops with their eyes meeting and holding. ”I’m Tiphon and this is Vida,”he implies the mare behind him with an inclination of his porcelain head, ”Welcome to Ischia.” The name is still foreign on his tongue, but sweet like the nectar in the native flowers.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION