10-02-2021, 11:49 AM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
As the white mare approaches, Ciri notices quickly that something is wrong. The orange eyes that find her are familiar to her but the horned mare looks at her with no recognition. When she speaks, her anger only flares and grows, a dark storm that swirls and rises in her breast as she sneers at the other. The hard silver of her eyes narrow on Mazikeen as she responds, cold words clipped in a harsh tone. “I’m not here to play games.” A step is taken towards her and as her crimson stars wash the other in their red haze, it clicks into place. The wrongness.
The Mazikeen she had seen in her mind when Gale had pressed his magic into her had been covered in scars, many scars. But this Mazikeen was pure and pristine like newly fallen snow. She halts mid-step, suddenly wary and uncertain of what new trick this was. Was it something the Curse had done to confuse her? Or was this something stirred up on the horned mare’s end?
There is a memory, a distant one that’s been swallowed by recent events, of when she had returned to this world on the lake’s shore, starless, alone, and confused. Mazikeen had found her here and escorted her out of the lake into a dark and uncertain world, not unkindly, but it had stung none the less. Perhaps part of her was still angry at her for that, unfairly maybe and gods know so much had happened since then, but it festers just the same. It feeds the black storm swirling within her but still… she hesitates.
Because that thing he had placed inside of her reminds her of empathy she had once had. If she had suffered at the Curse’s hands…. Then perhaps this mare had too. More than likely she had, remembering Gale telling her how close they had been. She doesn’t seem to be a monster like him but that’s how the Curse had killed her before. A wolf in sheep's clothing. So she remains cautious even as she tightens her grip on the rising bile of rage that burns the back of her throat and chest. “Your boyfriend put something inside of me.” She finally snaps, her voice hoarse and low as she stares at her, accusing. Looking for some sort of reaction to tell her what she was dealing with. “First he broke me. Then he killed me. And then he put something that belongs to you inside of me.” She’s still not certain what that thing is nor is she entirely sure that this had once actually resided in Mazikeen…. But she highly suspects it does. Why else would the image of this mare be tied so firmly to it?
“I want to know why.”
The Mazikeen she had seen in her mind when Gale had pressed his magic into her had been covered in scars, many scars. But this Mazikeen was pure and pristine like newly fallen snow. She halts mid-step, suddenly wary and uncertain of what new trick this was. Was it something the Curse had done to confuse her? Or was this something stirred up on the horned mare’s end?
There is a memory, a distant one that’s been swallowed by recent events, of when she had returned to this world on the lake’s shore, starless, alone, and confused. Mazikeen had found her here and escorted her out of the lake into a dark and uncertain world, not unkindly, but it had stung none the less. Perhaps part of her was still angry at her for that, unfairly maybe and gods know so much had happened since then, but it festers just the same. It feeds the black storm swirling within her but still… she hesitates.
Because that thing he had placed inside of her reminds her of empathy she had once had. If she had suffered at the Curse’s hands…. Then perhaps this mare had too. More than likely she had, remembering Gale telling her how close they had been. She doesn’t seem to be a monster like him but that’s how the Curse had killed her before. A wolf in sheep's clothing. So she remains cautious even as she tightens her grip on the rising bile of rage that burns the back of her throat and chest. “Your boyfriend put something inside of me.” She finally snaps, her voice hoarse and low as she stares at her, accusing. Looking for some sort of reaction to tell her what she was dealing with. “First he broke me. Then he killed me. And then he put something that belongs to you inside of me.” She’s still not certain what that thing is nor is she entirely sure that this had once actually resided in Mazikeen…. But she highly suspects it does. Why else would the image of this mare be tied so firmly to it?
“I want to know why.”
-- Ciri
@Mazikeen