09-20-2020, 09:28 AM
Fechín
She had run like a madwoman to find them; her mother, her father, her sister. She had run and run and barely been able to tell them about it, and then the waves of magic had washed over them.
She’d collapsed, watching her mother leave towards the south to save that what could be saved.
The green and pink girl hadn’t had it in her to fight them - but the time she’d found her breath, panic had taken hold of her, and then the realisation that her ice was only more destructive. Acid that melts through stone. Sobbing, she’s stayed to prevent anyone reaching her family, but then the ravens and the rain had come and everything was over at once.
Wandering Nerine like a lost ghost, Fechín doesn’t know where to look and who to look for. Lost in her own home, she follows wherever her hoofs lead her, deaf to voices that she doesn’t know, blind for the burn scars of the land.
Softly, she whimpers every now and then. ”Mom?” Her silver eyes scan the landscape wildly, and find nothing.
Not nothing, she blinks; standing not too far from a gathering of Nerinians. How long had they been standing there? How long had she been staring blindly? ”Mom?” No, she’s not here. ”Ama!” Of course, she knew Lilliana as well, but more as a friend of her mother’s - Ama more closely resembled a sister.
She closes the distance for lack of anything else to do, her nose stretched out to the gemstone mare. Wordless, her eyes dart to the Taigan stallion - she never met him personally, but now is not a good time for introductions - and to Lilliana. Her throat is too thick with anticipation to ask the question, so she remains silent; staring at everyone gathered as if they’re aliens.
She’d collapsed, watching her mother leave towards the south to save that what could be saved.
The green and pink girl hadn’t had it in her to fight them - but the time she’d found her breath, panic had taken hold of her, and then the realisation that her ice was only more destructive. Acid that melts through stone. Sobbing, she’s stayed to prevent anyone reaching her family, but then the ravens and the rain had come and everything was over at once.
Wandering Nerine like a lost ghost, Fechín doesn’t know where to look and who to look for. Lost in her own home, she follows wherever her hoofs lead her, deaf to voices that she doesn’t know, blind for the burn scars of the land.
Softly, she whimpers every now and then. ”Mom?” Her silver eyes scan the landscape wildly, and find nothing.
Not nothing, she blinks; standing not too far from a gathering of Nerinians. How long had they been standing there? How long had she been staring blindly? ”Mom?” No, she’s not here. ”Ama!” Of course, she knew Lilliana as well, but more as a friend of her mother’s - Ama more closely resembled a sister.
She closes the distance for lack of anything else to do, her nose stretched out to the gemstone mare. Wordless, her eyes dart to the Taigan stallion - she never met him personally, but now is not a good time for introductions - and to Lilliana. Her throat is too thick with anticipation to ask the question, so she remains silent; staring at everyone gathered as if they’re aliens.
anger’s like a battery that leaks acid right out of me
and it starts from the heart, till it reaches my outer me
and it starts from the heart, till it reaches my outer me
@[Amarine]