06-28-2021, 07:28 PM
ISRAFEL
“I like birds, but I’ve never seen a cliff.” Is what Israfel had told Reave as she had followed him out of the water. His movements pulling her along without her even thinking about it, as though there was a string tethering her to him.
She stops, now and then, on their journey whenever she sees something new - but for the most part she is eager to keep up. Eager to see their destination. The feeling of apprehension will not leave her but it does not drag at her golden hooves either. She will not let it, stepping a little quicker when she thinks she might stop and never move.
And when she is tempted to slip into the shadows under a copse of trees and disappear, she looks over to her first - only - friend and feels that string tighten and she feels her excitement again.
The land they arrive in is so open, more so than the meadow that had bordered the forest, and Israfel instinctively drifts a little closer to Reave. “This is your home?” She asks, annoyed with the way her voice trembles a little but she doesn’t ask to be taken away again, she doesn’t turn and flee. She’s excited, there just also happens to be a tiny bit of fear there too as she takes in the grassy moors and the way they seem to just end off in the distance, like the world stops at their edge.
She stops, now and then, on their journey whenever she sees something new - but for the most part she is eager to keep up. Eager to see their destination. The feeling of apprehension will not leave her but it does not drag at her golden hooves either. She will not let it, stepping a little quicker when she thinks she might stop and never move.
And when she is tempted to slip into the shadows under a copse of trees and disappear, she looks over to her first - only - friend and feels that string tighten and she feels her excitement again.
The land they arrive in is so open, more so than the meadow that had bordered the forest, and Israfel instinctively drifts a little closer to Reave. “This is your home?” She asks, annoyed with the way her voice trembles a little but she doesn’t ask to be taken away again, she doesn’t turn and flee. She’s excited, there just also happens to be a tiny bit of fear there too as she takes in the grassy moors and the way they seem to just end off in the distance, like the world stops at their edge.
@Reave