06-05-2021, 06:45 PM
There were far too many thoughts in his head. Each time Yanhua answered one, five more replaced it. Questions about time, how much of it had passed where no light could touch it. How much he could miss being blinded by the dark. So many things unaccounted for. Yanhua woke each morning with a thousand questions and wore himself out into a fitful sleep with five thousand more.
He disguised it as melancholy. In the presence of his wives he did his best not to drift, told them short, sweet things and avoided touching Borderline until it was absolutely necessary he did so. The questions would circle through the fog in his eyes like wolves, stalking and revealing themselves slowly, their bright eyes multiplying the closer they ran towards nefarious conclusions.
They were hungry for a truth that made sense, not the truth he was supposedly given.
Lilliana - still missing, though he’d assumed she was immortal.
Borderline - immortal rebirth, though Yan had assumed she’d clearly died.
Leilan had been at the center of both, a fact that refuses to shake itself from Yanhua’s mind. He had so many questions, but they were so easily explained away. As if he should accept them without question. As if there was something larger at play, something hidden. “Hidden, yes.” The tall stallion nodded to himself, lost deep within the mechanisms of his own imagination. In his amnesiatic state, the world of the dark forest and her mythical wonders faded far beyond his comprehension, losing their hold until Yanhua forgot about his own cloven hooves or where they were heading.
It was only the dimly lit burner in the very recesses of his mind, that part unconsciously doing the most work day in and day out, that signaled a large obstacle in his pathway. Yanhua snapped out of his daydream rather quickly, halting with a little dip to stop on a dime, and through the clearing haze he finally noticed the young colt.
“What? Hmm?” He scrambled to make sense of the child’s question. “Oh, me? Yes, I'm Yanhua. Of course.” The stallion muttered down at the smaller creature, lowering his head. He had a somewhat distant look about him, and when his ears tipped forward there came a peep! peep! from between them. A small, fuzzy yellow chick scrambled around in the elder’s forelock, trying not to tumble out of the self-made nest in Yan’s hair.
“What of it?” He gruffly asked the colt.
YANHUA
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