they promised that dreams come true
She has no way of really knowing all that he tells her now. Some of it she’d heard in bits and pieces, but as a tiny child who was simply abandoned, she’d never quite been able to get past that particular pain in order to see her mother’s point of view. Regardless, she has forgiven them both (Solace faster than Kagerus, admittedly, but both of them in the end). Still, she cannot help but feel like she missed something terribly important in those formative years of hers. It broke something inside of her that has been irreparable ever since.
Her brother’s company is welcoming and comforting. She appreciates the insight he shares, though she doesn’t say much as is her penchant. A chuckle escapes her as he mentions that he cannot imagine being pregnant. ”Neither can I,” she says with an air of humorous camaraderie between them. Maybe someday, but certainly not now. With who, even? She’d have to actually get out in the world and try living. A tall order, certainly, for quiet Ori.
She appreciates that they understand each other. The camaraderie she offers is light and silly, but there’s something far deeper. He lost the same parents as well and must have known, at least to some extent, what she felt like then. He keeps to the quiet places too now, and she wonders if he hides like she does simply because it’s easier or if he has reasons all his own. Unlike him (not that she knows this, of course), she cannot read minds, and so she has no way of knowing anything about him except what he offers.
But he catches her wing ruffle and his excitement is palatable. Ori’s grin grows wider, and there’s something like true joy there. Flying is the thing that is hers, truly and wholly hers, and it has brought her joy since Petron taught her so many years ago. It reminds her of him, too, though that is a knife with two edges. His last statement before he takes off comes out audibly, and she grins all the wider before following her brother. For all her quiet shyness on the ground, she comes alive as she kicks into a canter and launches herself into the sky with ease. This is home. This is where she belongs.
His song is contagious, and she calls back to him, her own song in the sky before she’s speeding past him, head turned just long enough to call back. ”Race you!” To where? She had no idea. It wasn’t really a race at all, just a challenge for them to fly, to see what the other had, to enjoy the moment to the fullest, for in this moment she is made of joy. To fly with one of her brothers is a treat she’d never imagined and she whoops loudly as she climbs into the air higher, racing on to nowhere.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@Rhaegor
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