01-31-2022, 09:02 PM
Since she had been hoping to see a dark figure below, naturally there is a pale one instead. Sickle watches as the wolf becomes a horse with twisting horns and her heart sinks. The colours aren’t quite right but her mind immediately snaps to Mazikeen. No sooner is she registering the pale figure is she tilting her wings to veer away. She isn’t ready to just drop to the ground and confront - meet - the mare who had birthed her, protected her, and then kidnapped and hurt her. She still has scars on her sides from the sharp talons that had gripped her and carried her from the Pampas.
No no, they’ll leave the kingdom that had taken them forever to get into and try again another day.
But her companion doesn’t like this plan - Oceanus veers before her, flapping his wings to throw her off course and shouting through their bond to get her attention.
It isn’t her mother, he tells her.
And of course she believes him. Oceanus is a constant in her life, he wouldn’t lie.
There isn’t much bravery in Sickle - she is pretty sure there isn’t any at all - but she borrows enough of Oceanus' certainty to dive down. Her eyes are fixed on the stranger as she draws closer, seeing similarities between the youth and Mazikeen and hoping this isn’t a trick. Hoping those blue-grey eyes aren’t masking ones made of fire. Her companion lowers his altitude but remains in flight, circling above and keeping an eye on things.
Sickle shifts as she lands, becoming her horse self - iridescent blue with black brindling. Eyes that never matched each other - they only matched Malik.
“Are you Myrna?” No bravery and next to no confidence, but it feels like a good assumption to make so she does not waste time in checking. “I’m… I’m Sickle.” She doesn’t know whether Malik had mentioned her or not, so she adds in a cautious voice just barely above a whisper. “Your sister.”
No no, they’ll leave the kingdom that had taken them forever to get into and try again another day.
But her companion doesn’t like this plan - Oceanus veers before her, flapping his wings to throw her off course and shouting through their bond to get her attention.
It isn’t her mother, he tells her.
And of course she believes him. Oceanus is a constant in her life, he wouldn’t lie.
There isn’t much bravery in Sickle - she is pretty sure there isn’t any at all - but she borrows enough of Oceanus' certainty to dive down. Her eyes are fixed on the stranger as she draws closer, seeing similarities between the youth and Mazikeen and hoping this isn’t a trick. Hoping those blue-grey eyes aren’t masking ones made of fire. Her companion lowers his altitude but remains in flight, circling above and keeping an eye on things.
Sickle shifts as she lands, becoming her horse self - iridescent blue with black brindling. Eyes that never matched each other - they only matched Malik.
“Are you Myrna?” No bravery and next to no confidence, but it feels like a good assumption to make so she does not waste time in checking. “I’m… I’m Sickle.” She doesn’t know whether Malik had mentioned her or not, so she adds in a cautious voice just barely above a whisper. “Your sister.”
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Viszla