03-31-2022, 10:38 AM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
The fallen star sorts through her newly acquired memory bank until she lands on one that is not so old, not so new. The last time she had seen Castile before her. It is easier now to pull them, those pieces of him, when he is standing in the flesh before her. A stray piece of forelock gently brushes against the ragged scar along her face, the one she had acquired that night in this Forest when he had found her and the truth of desire was no longer something they could deny. Children. That day on the Island when she had been pregnant and broken and she had thought that maybe.. just maybe… He had been looking for her. Except he had looked unnerved by her presence and then those fateful words, ”Amet can’t see us.”
Amet. It always came back to Amet.
Her ears twitch as she pushes thoughts of a certain gilded stallion being swept to oblivion from her mind, swallowing hard as the shooting silver of her gaze finds his own. Metallic and orange, not so unlike the eyes her newborn now wore. It stuns her to find amazement there, awe of her. Slowly she drops her wings from where they cradled her, allowing them to find their place along her backside. It is still hard to believe that this could be him, the dragon she had thought about most since she had come to live on the Isle. More than Lior (who she had befriended before Gale had shattered her legs and ate her stars) or even the one currently orbiting some small part of space.
There is always the thought in the back of her mind that Gale was lurking in the disguises of those that had mattered most to her. Despite the fact that there had been no sign of The Curse since she had been freed from the ice… She refused to let her guard completely down. It had cost her so much last time, after all. Her silvery gaze brushes over the familiar gold band along his muzzle and when she takes a hesitant step closer, the rumble of her name and the familiarity of his scent washing over her, a small smile flutters over her dark lips in response as her heart leaps with recognition. So much time has passed… A slight nod of agreement as he closes the distance between them and her breath is caught in her throat at having him so near after years of only nightmares and dreams to keep his image alive. “It has.” She whispers in her fluted voice of starlight, the shimmering brilliance of her light pulsing beneath her scars and sending the crimson of her stars to bleed a little darker.
It is becoming easier to pluck the threads to each intense emotion that spirals inside of her. It is uncertainty that lingers at the corner of her mouth and bundles nerves in the hollow space of her chest where Gale had once hidden his sparks and dark heart. Her own flutters anxiously despite being so bruised and shy after long years of knowing only anger and darkness. Yet she finds herself reaching out to him, her muzzle seeking that gold band and brushing gently over it, thoughtfully. “What happened to you?” She asks quietly, finding his mismatched gaze again. She had heard the stories of course, what he had been up to when she had been in other places, other worlds. Told with trepidation, anger, or dismay. And yet she had ambled enough times over the pebbled glass that remained of his unleashing and hadn’t felt any of those things. For how could a star ever fear a dragon?
Amet. It always came back to Amet.
Her ears twitch as she pushes thoughts of a certain gilded stallion being swept to oblivion from her mind, swallowing hard as the shooting silver of her gaze finds his own. Metallic and orange, not so unlike the eyes her newborn now wore. It stuns her to find amazement there, awe of her. Slowly she drops her wings from where they cradled her, allowing them to find their place along her backside. It is still hard to believe that this could be him, the dragon she had thought about most since she had come to live on the Isle. More than Lior (who she had befriended before Gale had shattered her legs and ate her stars) or even the one currently orbiting some small part of space.
There is always the thought in the back of her mind that Gale was lurking in the disguises of those that had mattered most to her. Despite the fact that there had been no sign of The Curse since she had been freed from the ice… She refused to let her guard completely down. It had cost her so much last time, after all. Her silvery gaze brushes over the familiar gold band along his muzzle and when she takes a hesitant step closer, the rumble of her name and the familiarity of his scent washing over her, a small smile flutters over her dark lips in response as her heart leaps with recognition. So much time has passed… A slight nod of agreement as he closes the distance between them and her breath is caught in her throat at having him so near after years of only nightmares and dreams to keep his image alive. “It has.” She whispers in her fluted voice of starlight, the shimmering brilliance of her light pulsing beneath her scars and sending the crimson of her stars to bleed a little darker.
It is becoming easier to pluck the threads to each intense emotion that spirals inside of her. It is uncertainty that lingers at the corner of her mouth and bundles nerves in the hollow space of her chest where Gale had once hidden his sparks and dark heart. Her own flutters anxiously despite being so bruised and shy after long years of knowing only anger and darkness. Yet she finds herself reaching out to him, her muzzle seeking that gold band and brushing gently over it, thoughtfully. “What happened to you?” She asks quietly, finding his mismatched gaze again. She had heard the stories of course, what he had been up to when she had been in other places, other worlds. Told with trepidation, anger, or dismay. And yet she had ambled enough times over the pebbled glass that remained of his unleashing and hadn’t felt any of those things. For how could a star ever fear a dragon?
-- Ciri
Me too!! I literally got so excited when I saw your post. <3