They had discussed the idea for weeks. The topic had crept into their conversations uninvited, although not wholly unwanted, until they finally decided it was what they both were truly needing.
The matter had been decided, they would return, but the timing was another hurtle. There were new relationships, new favorite grottos, and beautiful vistas, and there was still something in Solace that hesitated. It wasn't easy to build a life up from scratch, and although she hadn't meant to, she had put down roots in this new land.
But then something happened which caught her by surprise, something that was the final push she needed.
Solace had almost begun to believe that Oriash would be the last foal. That her years of bearing and raising children were over. But she had been wrong, and when she came to realize that two little souls were creeping into her dreams, she knew that it was time to return.
Kagerus' separation from Beqanna had never been quite so final as Solace's, and during her wife's dalliances with home, the gold-splashed mare had used the time to say goodbye to those she had come to know in this adopted country. It is more than she was able to do for many of those in Beqanna, and she takes her time in doing it.
But on the final night, Solace is waiting and she wonders why she waited as long as she did.
"Are you ready?" Kagerus asks, freshly returned and smelling of tangerines.
"Mhmm," Solace replies, placing a kiss on her wife's scared face. "But it's not going to be easy to fall asleep."
They settle in, leaning against each other for warmth and comfort, and Solace takes one last look around the place that had come to be home. The world shifts as the dream takes over, and Kagerus skillfully guides them across the miles.
"It's not so different," Solace says, as she steps out onto Tephra's rich, volcanic soil. She realizes as the sunlight warms her wings the tension she is holding in her body, and she releases it with a shake od her head and neck. Frost flurries around her as she does, looking even more out of place in the shade of a palm tree they find themselves under, and the softest of smiles begins to find it's place on her pale lips.
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was
Whelp im super rusty but i did it @[Kagerus] @[Svedka]
