07-01-2017, 03:28 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Molotov, his mind whispers quietly to the mare, amber eyes roving Hyaline's forest as he moves through gnarled branches and charred trunks. The air no longer smells of ash and any untouched trees had shed their blossoms for the mild winter, littering the shattered earth with dead flowers. Thankfully, though, the trees that had remained alive still greeted him with verdant leaves that rustled in the wind. Not all had been lost... only most.
He is four years old at the turn of this season and he has grown to fill his crown, though the Akhal-Teke dragon does not feel it all the time. Iset has been absent from their home for nearly an entire season, having left them after the Lost Boys' attack. He wonders when she will return, and if she is okay, because even though she had hurt him and the sanctuary he had tried to build for them, she is still an irreplaceable sibling.
Molotooooov, his mind calls again as he begins to move closer to the center of the territory, to the lake that has slowly changed from cloudy to clear once more. It had been gray with ash for the remainder of the Autumn and is just beginning to look like the same brilliant basin again that he has grown to love.
I want to play a game, he taunts her, curious how well his new nihilism will protect his mind from her telepathy as he feels it snake from his mind and into hers to subdue the extravagant powers that he appreciates more than she knows.
Amet
@[Molotov]