05-07-2020, 03:52 PM
and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
Castile remembers the tendril of magic thumbing through his thoughts as a boy. It was a magician, or perhaps a simple mind reader, that brushed his consciousness to ascertain his identity before engaging in conversation. It has happened a time or two afterward. The brush of another mind was startling at first – that sensation never really diminishes – but at least now, he is aware of such things.
It doesn’t escape his notice that someone ventured into the dark corridors of his mind, extracting his true identity. It nonetheless unsettles him, and he wonders how much longer until he stands before the Taigans, cloaked in his true skin. Whomever it is has thus far kept it a secret – thank you – but Castile cannot ignore the inkling he has when the boy appears from the dense underbrush to greet the woman at their gate. There is a knowing in the colt’s eyes, like he is staring straight through Castile. The layers have been peeled back, his identity captured and the sheepskin removed.
Their eyes lock.
Castile holds the stare for a moment before forcing himself to blink away and instead turn his attention back to the mare in time to see her ears fall stiffly into a mess of hair. He almost inches back – a respectful gesture that only Rocky would do – but then the anxiety is eclipsed by comfort when she regards Owin. Their recognition of each other comes as a mild surprise, one in which reads across his face by raised brows and pursed lips. There’s a long moment in which Castile is cast aside, a stranger in their midst, but then the young woman’s eyes are once again on him, steadied and firm. A boyish grin softens the edges of his face. ”Thanks, and any time. Walking the border doesn’t seem like a bad gig, especially with everything going on,” Owin is leading them into it, flirting with recent events with a singular statement.
Interjecting, Castile – Rocky – adds his brief opinion of the matter. ”Aten disappeared at a poor time. Pangea has targeted Taiga and some child of Lepis is staking claim on the throne, challenging for it since he didn’t have much support.” Although he knows more, and has a greater opinion, he decides to instead keep it to himself for the time being.
It doesn’t escape his notice that someone ventured into the dark corridors of his mind, extracting his true identity. It nonetheless unsettles him, and he wonders how much longer until he stands before the Taigans, cloaked in his true skin. Whomever it is has thus far kept it a secret – thank you – but Castile cannot ignore the inkling he has when the boy appears from the dense underbrush to greet the woman at their gate. There is a knowing in the colt’s eyes, like he is staring straight through Castile. The layers have been peeled back, his identity captured and the sheepskin removed.
Their eyes lock.
Castile holds the stare for a moment before forcing himself to blink away and instead turn his attention back to the mare in time to see her ears fall stiffly into a mess of hair. He almost inches back – a respectful gesture that only Rocky would do – but then the anxiety is eclipsed by comfort when she regards Owin. Their recognition of each other comes as a mild surprise, one in which reads across his face by raised brows and pursed lips. There’s a long moment in which Castile is cast aside, a stranger in their midst, but then the young woman’s eyes are once again on him, steadied and firm. A boyish grin softens the edges of his face. ”Thanks, and any time. Walking the border doesn’t seem like a bad gig, especially with everything going on,” Owin is leading them into it, flirting with recent events with a singular statement.
Interjecting, Castile – Rocky – adds his brief opinion of the matter. ”Aten disappeared at a poor time. Pangea has targeted Taiga and some child of Lepis is staking claim on the throne, challenging for it since he didn’t have much support.” Although he knows more, and has a greater opinion, he decides to instead keep it to himself for the time being.
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@[Ruthless] @[Owin]