01-04-2021, 06:29 PM
stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
Tiercel knows it isn’t a good time to travel, but his feet travel outside of Loess anyway. He is brainstorming; his mind is a turbulent ocean of thoughts about Islas and her vanished stars, about the swelling of her ivory sides, about the sudden darkness and its eternal night. He finds that he always thinks best while he is walking, so he ventures into the darkness with no destination in mind.
When he reaches the shoreline, he feels dizzy with the swirling thoughts of a growing child. Since reuniting with Eyas and Gale, spending more time with Islas, and learning of his parents’ death, the dunskin’s seething anger toward his family has calmed. Tiercel is preoccupied by too many other factors to spend energy on vengeance and jealousy (two emotions that have been old friends to the ocean of feeling he is constantly subject to). Yet he finds himself thinking about his childhood and Wolfbane’s parenting methods in those young, formative days. Tiercel is nervous for the day he will be a father himself — and he knows it is fast approaching, despite the fact that the darkness blurs the days together.
These thoughts stir his heart to beat quicker in his chest, but Tiercel forces himself to focus on the span of the ocean before him. The faint, looming shape of an island lies across the quiet channel. Although close to Islandres, the stallion is certain the nearly imperceptible form ahead of him is Ischia. His swimming has improved since that unexpected trip to Islandres (he’s spent his sleepless nights in Loess’s ocean, building the strength to protect his family if danger looms too close) and Tiercel feels confident in his ability to cross the section of ocean.
When Tiercel pulls himself onto the opposite shore, his muscles are sore but he feels satisfied. His pale eyes scan their surroundings, hoping to pick out a friendly face from the overpowering shadows.
When he reaches the shoreline, he feels dizzy with the swirling thoughts of a growing child. Since reuniting with Eyas and Gale, spending more time with Islas, and learning of his parents’ death, the dunskin’s seething anger toward his family has calmed. Tiercel is preoccupied by too many other factors to spend energy on vengeance and jealousy (two emotions that have been old friends to the ocean of feeling he is constantly subject to). Yet he finds himself thinking about his childhood and Wolfbane’s parenting methods in those young, formative days. Tiercel is nervous for the day he will be a father himself — and he knows it is fast approaching, despite the fact that the darkness blurs the days together.
These thoughts stir his heart to beat quicker in his chest, but Tiercel forces himself to focus on the span of the ocean before him. The faint, looming shape of an island lies across the quiet channel. Although close to Islandres, the stallion is certain the nearly imperceptible form ahead of him is Ischia. His swimming has improved since that unexpected trip to Islandres (he’s spent his sleepless nights in Loess’s ocean, building the strength to protect his family if danger looms too close) and Tiercel feels confident in his ability to cross the section of ocean.
When Tiercel pulls himself onto the opposite shore, his muscles are sore but he feels satisfied. His pale eyes scan their surroundings, hoping to pick out a friendly face from the overpowering shadows.
tiercel.
@[Aquaria]