05-29-2021, 12:58 PM
some memories never leave your bones.
like the salt in the sea; they become a part of you
- you carry them.
like the salt in the sea; they become a part of you
- you carry them.
Elliana was gone, even the scent of her was fading now from his skin. Along with it all the scents of their home and its ancient, unpredictable magic. The ebbing scents left him alone. Oh, it was easy to be alone here, here where no one knew him, where the dark of the woods hugged his body and stole the brilliance of his golden antlers and golden feathers. But even a wildwood boy grows weary of the quiet trees.
Curiosity has seized him by his too-wild heart and bourne him up upon his wings, high, high into the wind-streaked clouds. The wind toys beneath his wings, beckoning him this way, that way. It tugs leaves and flowers from his golden tangled hair and sends them spiraling down and down and down to earth.
Aquiline Leoniidas studies all the winds show him and lets the drafts bear him down amidst the grasses of the field. Horses are dotted hither and thither, he makes no move to them. Always an orphan boy, always more content in his solitude. The foliage wrapped about his gilded crown of antlers sway as the boy tips his chin, regal as a stag, to survey this open place. Always he has been wary of the open, it is where monstrous eyes could sight a lonely, golden boy and make a meal of his bones.
But now he is different, yes, still he is an orphan boy, wild and flighty, as free as the winds that bore him here. Now, his magic is manifest. Now time plays out across his skin, within his bones. It waits for him, it gathers about his muscled torso and whispers, slower and also, faster into his lungs, his soul. Ah, time waits as it never has, waiting, waiting, waiting upon his conjuring boy. The whole Field trembles to know how he might stop its beating heart for a second, for an hour.
In truth, all that stops that day is a wasp, it’s stinger poised, it’s abdomen arched as it reaches, reaches for his arched neck. “No,” The boy murmurs, chiding the insect as it freezes in midair. Immortal. Is that what he could make it? Frozen there for an eternity - untouched by time?
Open for any. I have no thoughts on where he should go so I am so open for this thread to go where it may!