08-31-2021, 04:02 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
There is no denying his rags to riches story.
From an unwanted child in the den to a prized prodigy under Aela’s watchful tutelage. She is not the only one molding him, the dark Prince had started spending more time with him as well recently although he isn’t sure why. He’s not sure what to make of the gold and onyx Fae. When he does something wrong with his fire (how does he know so much about flames when he had never seen the scaled man conjure his own?) his comments can cut to the quick of him and yet there are times when he thinks he can see pride somewhere in those smoldering eyes whenever he corrects his mistakes. He has enough sense to be able to tell behind that hard exterior that something is off. Obscene had never asked him before to not use his powers but had recently requested to not call on his ghostly souls when he was around. Not asked really. More of a demand. The colt had merely nodded solemnly, not having the courage to explain to the red-eyed stallion that they didn’t always listen. He wonders what has changed but keeps his mouth shut.
It is tonight that he finds out why.
She had come to him unbidden on a unforgivingly cold night, the stars and moon hiding behind dark clouds. Luckily Obscene is nowhere to be found when the soul gently wakes him. She is the youngest ghost he has seen so far and he wonders about her death as there are no visible signs on her transparent body. Not like the mare coated in her own silvery blood. She is gray and gold but it is her eyes that make him pause, that give him a sudden sense of understanding. He knows those eyes. She offers her name and he protectively keeps it for himself, having a strange sense of wisdom in hiding what he knows from the rest of the world.
She is a kind thing he discovers. Kind and curious. So he begins to show her the life she had left behind, the life she had never gotten a chance to know. He is explaining the concept of snow (a fresh layer had recently fallen over the blooming hills) when he hears hoof steps behind him. The face he finds when he turns around is a familiar one and for a moment the spirit is forgotten as he steps close to Aela and bumps her muzzle with his own in warm greeting, nuzzling the only mother he has ever truly had. And then he pulls back, sheepish, remembering the transparent girl behind him. He glances down, unsure if Aela can see her or not, as he says softly. “Please don’t tell him.”
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@Aela