11-06-2019, 10:49 PM
When her eyes had fluttered open after that first shivering night on the Isle, there was a half a second where Beryl did not remember the events of the previous day, but that was only in the first confused moments of waking, and there was no confusing the frosty scaled side of the stallion that had pulled her out of the snowbanks with the soft and warm patchwork of her dam. She remembered everything in a rush that left her stunned and silent, eyes too large as they traced the heavy-boned lines of the roan from her place curled tight against his belly inside the ice dome. The wind howled outside the creche he had built - and how he had built it was beyond her, but a lesser concern in her mind. When he had seen her awake, he had introduced himself - Leilan - and tried to get her name, but her voice was too hoarse and barely understandable, a rasping whisper. She sounded like the voice that had whispered in her ear in the shadows. Like leaves and smoke. Leilan had led her on an expedition to find bitter grasses buried beneath the snow, and she had attempted awkwardly to mimic the great sweeps of his forelegs as he pawed ice and snow easily aside, but her pinkish hooves barely made a dent in the never-ending whiteness of it all. There would not be enough food here of any kind, and so, to the mainland.
The idea of swimming the very channel that she had nearly drowned in filled her with immeasurable dread, but the roan was already stepping into the water. Unprepared and unwilling to be alone, Beryl had screwed up her courage and followed him into the icy water, small teeth holding tight to his tail. She barely swam, tugged along by the stallion's strength and surrounded, if anyone had cared to see, by darkness and shifting yellow eyes holding her aloft in the water. Her own eyes are shut tight and her breath short and quick, but the darkness holds her aloft in the water no matter the depth or cresting of wild waves. In this manner, she survives the crossing, and when they reach the far shore, she is barely even wet.
The idea of swimming the very channel that she had nearly drowned in filled her with immeasurable dread, but the roan was already stepping into the water. Unprepared and unwilling to be alone, Beryl had screwed up her courage and followed him into the icy water, small teeth holding tight to his tail. She barely swam, tugged along by the stallion's strength and surrounded, if anyone had cared to see, by darkness and shifting yellow eyes holding her aloft in the water. Her own eyes are shut tight and her breath short and quick, but the darkness holds her aloft in the water no matter the depth or cresting of wild waves. In this manner, she survives the crossing, and when they reach the far shore, she is barely even wet.
Beryl
Litotes x Mehendi
@[Leilan] since they've gone to the mainland, this is sort of a "to be continued" in Anatomy's post
