Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
You’re getting faster with those, he says, and she can’t help but grin at the compliment. It’s easier on instinct, honestly, calling forth the first thing that comes to mind. “I stole the idea,” she admits, thinking of Darkling. “Apparently boys like to startle me lately,” she adds. It’s a shame none of them were actually flirting. Pteron flirts, yes, but not in any way other than the same kind of way as one breathes. He just does. She’s not a fool, and she’s figured that little bit out. There was some potential for heartbreak if Ori was a fool, but instead she finds herself just thankful for his friendship. Good friends, it seems, aren’t easy to come by.
Something changes though when she brings up the scar, and for a blink he ceases to be the Petron she knows, curling in on himself to protect some secret he does not want her to know. She wants to respect his privacy, knows that though they may be friends they were not that close. It wasn’t as if either one of them had divulged their deepest, darkest secrets before. She had no reason to think he would do so now, and yet….
And yet it stings anyway.
It is fading, she assures herself at her words, noting how it is only pink. Granted it seemed to be fading before her very eyes, though Ori has never much trusted her eyes and nor is she one to pry, so he’s lucky. She lets it drop and tries to push it from her mind, though her eyes flit back to it once anyway. Her mind flits back to it more, the way you cannot help but poke at a wound that hurts. It hurts, and she finds herself prodding at the internal sting.
He changes the topic and she lets him, though the tone of his voice has nothing to do with it. Ori didn’t come here to argue, she came here to fly with her friend. “It might be really fun to watch you beg, except I want to show off.” She grins slightly, knowing her skills are hardly going to be as good as his but it would be showing off as compared to before. Before she was like a child in the sky, and now? Now she felt fearless and brave and like someone new.
“I’m not so good as to fly through these trees though. Anywhere with a little more space we can go?” To be fair, she highly doubts anyone could fly through the trees as there simply wasn’t enough space for wings. The trees are dense and oppressive here, though the landscape is a pretty thing. She finds she prefers the open spaces of Loess and the Cove though, and not even because she was born with the ability to fly, but simply because she loves to see the world around her. The trees feel a little bit like a cage.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[pteron]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission