04-22-2021, 11:16 AM
stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
Perhaps Tiercel might have shied away from the open affection Gale shows him if this festival took place before the eclipse. As it stands now, the dun brushes his shoulder against his brother’s in a mirror greeting. Tiercel won’t begin to uncover the thickly-coiled emotions that tangle with this simple action, choosing to breathe in this moment of familial connection. He can’t deny seeing his brindled brother draws attention to the empty space where Eyas should be, but Tiercel is grateful their triplet sister isn’t attending the festival. Their last encounter gives him chills even still.
A gold-striped stallion speaks in the seconds following Tiercel’s arrival. Although the voice and face are unfamiliar, Nashua’s name reminds the dun of his conversation with Gale about the festival. Gale had told him about their twin half-brothers — Nashua, a pegasus from the Isle, and Yanhua, the newest ruler of Taiga — but Tiercel hadn’t expected meeting them so soon after learning about their existence. A part of the Loessian recoils at the thought of calling them family, but the joy of the festival provides enough goodness to shine over his hesitancy.
“Nashua,” he says, “it’s great to meet you finally.” It is a brief introduction, but Tiercel knows they will have more opportunities to get to know each other. Besides, Gale and Mazikeen’s infatuation is thick enough for everyone to notice, and their blue brother is introducing the lady of the hour. Tiercel’s black and white forelock ebbs against his navy-splashed face as he dips his head cordially toward the pale mare.
Tiercel’s cerulean eyes brighten with amusement at Gale’s banter, yet there’s a spark of competitiveness in their depths. Despite his apparent lack of wings, the dun has never given up in the face of competition. He assumes the fairies gave this to him at birth, knowing that he would be one of three. Did they give Tiercel his stubbornness too? The combination of those two characteristics had led to some nasty fights during their childhood (and he won’t mention the last time he saw Eyas), and the stallion reminds himself that this is just fun and games. Right?
“Actually, I’m thinking you’re trying to prolong your ultimate failure as long as possible.” Tiercel’s pale eyes find Mazikeen’s, giving her a charming wink. “Gale might be pretty to look at, but his looks are just overcompensation.” With this, the dun turns toward the items prepared for the Games. “Now I know you two are all feathery and beautiful, but no cheating with those stupid wings, okay?” On any other day, Tiercel might have felt anger bubble to the surface of his ever-writhing ocean of emotions, but today his eyes are bright with the heat of competitive spirit and a warm delight in the day.
A gold-striped stallion speaks in the seconds following Tiercel’s arrival. Although the voice and face are unfamiliar, Nashua’s name reminds the dun of his conversation with Gale about the festival. Gale had told him about their twin half-brothers — Nashua, a pegasus from the Isle, and Yanhua, the newest ruler of Taiga — but Tiercel hadn’t expected meeting them so soon after learning about their existence. A part of the Loessian recoils at the thought of calling them family, but the joy of the festival provides enough goodness to shine over his hesitancy.
“Nashua,” he says, “it’s great to meet you finally.” It is a brief introduction, but Tiercel knows they will have more opportunities to get to know each other. Besides, Gale and Mazikeen’s infatuation is thick enough for everyone to notice, and their blue brother is introducing the lady of the hour. Tiercel’s black and white forelock ebbs against his navy-splashed face as he dips his head cordially toward the pale mare.
Tiercel’s cerulean eyes brighten with amusement at Gale’s banter, yet there’s a spark of competitiveness in their depths. Despite his apparent lack of wings, the dun has never given up in the face of competition. He assumes the fairies gave this to him at birth, knowing that he would be one of three. Did they give Tiercel his stubbornness too? The combination of those two characteristics had led to some nasty fights during their childhood (and he won’t mention the last time he saw Eyas), and the stallion reminds himself that this is just fun and games. Right?
“Actually, I’m thinking you’re trying to prolong your ultimate failure as long as possible.” Tiercel’s pale eyes find Mazikeen’s, giving her a charming wink. “Gale might be pretty to look at, but his looks are just overcompensation.” With this, the dun turns toward the items prepared for the Games. “Now I know you two are all feathery and beautiful, but no cheating with those stupid wings, okay?” On any other day, Tiercel might have felt anger bubble to the surface of his ever-writhing ocean of emotions, but today his eyes are bright with the heat of competitive spirit and a warm delight in the day.
tiercel.
@[Nashua] @[Gale] @[Mazikeen]