01-24-2021, 05:43 PM
give my all to watch you fall
They huddle against the dark, the tigress and the nereid, both wildly unequipped for such an endless night. Titanya knows she could shift and see better, at least, but she remains a horse for reasons she doesn’t completely understand. There is something about the expansive black that draws her closer to the others who are, by and large, equine in form. She has heard things in the shadows, too (could it be her imagination?), and she doesn’t want to be yet another beast in the night. No, they need to band together until they know what is going on, until they have some semblance of a plan for how to combat it.
There is worry that colors the paler mare’s voice as she asks after Titanya and her family’s safety. “Yes, Volos and Nekane are with Hal.” She should be there with them too, but curiosity has gotten the better of her and she knows the children are as safe as they can be with their father. Or at least almost as safe as if she were there with them. The first inkling of something more going on had spread along her spine like goosebumps as she made her way to the shoreline. The barest whispers and chortles in the dark of things both freed and gleeful had made her hackles raise. But had she really heard it? Is she actually ok?
“The faeries can be right bastards, but this seems too dark, even for them.” She would normally have laughed at her own pun, but there is nothing funny about their situation. The very real threat of the vegetation dying off (and then shortly after, the animals dying off that she and her family could consume solely if needed) lingers in the back of her mind. “I don’t know,” she admits, biting the inside of her cheek. Titanya debates whether or not to share what else she knows – or think she knows. But there is simply too much potential for danger not to, she wagers in the end. And besides, Ischia’s dame is the grandmother of her children. She is family for all intents and purposes.
“Aquaria I heard –“
She’s cut off as a young tiger pounces between them, splashing water as he boldly lands in the surf. “Gotcha!” He grins up at his mother first, then sees her deepening frown. Abashed, Volos leans against his grandmother’s legs and looks up at her with his most winning smile. “Hey Grandame. Nekane and I have a bet. Are there monsters in the sea like there are on the land now?”
Titanya glances up sharply at this, her gaze locking with Aquaria’s. How did her son know? Or is it just a boy’s unruly imagination at work? She nods almost imperceptibly at the other mare to confirm Volos’s question as having merit.
There is worry that colors the paler mare’s voice as she asks after Titanya and her family’s safety. “Yes, Volos and Nekane are with Hal.” She should be there with them too, but curiosity has gotten the better of her and she knows the children are as safe as they can be with their father. Or at least almost as safe as if she were there with them. The first inkling of something more going on had spread along her spine like goosebumps as she made her way to the shoreline. The barest whispers and chortles in the dark of things both freed and gleeful had made her hackles raise. But had she really heard it? Is she actually ok?
“The faeries can be right bastards, but this seems too dark, even for them.” She would normally have laughed at her own pun, but there is nothing funny about their situation. The very real threat of the vegetation dying off (and then shortly after, the animals dying off that she and her family could consume solely if needed) lingers in the back of her mind. “I don’t know,” she admits, biting the inside of her cheek. Titanya debates whether or not to share what else she knows – or think she knows. But there is simply too much potential for danger not to, she wagers in the end. And besides, Ischia’s dame is the grandmother of her children. She is family for all intents and purposes.
“Aquaria I heard –“
She’s cut off as a young tiger pounces between them, splashing water as he boldly lands in the surf. “Gotcha!” He grins up at his mother first, then sees her deepening frown. Abashed, Volos leans against his grandmother’s legs and looks up at her with his most winning smile. “Hey Grandame. Nekane and I have a bet. Are there monsters in the sea like there are on the land now?”
Titanya glances up sharply at this, her gaze locking with Aquaria’s. How did her son know? Or is it just a boy’s unruly imagination at work? She nods almost imperceptibly at the other mare to confirm Volos’s question as having merit.
@[Aquaria]