04-22-2024, 11:50 PM
He enjoys her smiles, the brightness that radiates her like a warm spring afternoon. He cannot help but look up too, to see if Stratos has drifted into view. To him, it stands out - even when the sky is filled with other clouds. For the first few years living in Beqanna he had been able to sense it, to turn his head and instantly see it - a magnet pulling at an unconscious part deep inside him.
Now, that pull has lessened. He sometimes loses it entirely.
But this doesn’t sour his mood, and when he cannot locate Stratos with a quick glance he looks back at Betty and gives a smooth explanation - “My home seems to have drifted out of sight today. It follows the winds - but it’s made of luminous clouds you can walk on, in a world of sunlight - or starlight.” Although Maeglin is not overly fond of Stratos, doesn’t feel that same cultish devotion to it that had once ran in his family, he appreciates how beautiful it was - and how easy it made it to weave delightful images for pretty mares.
He watches, rapt, as Betty explains about her wings and then demonstrates her abilities by transforming the sunlight into clouds. “I have never seen anything like that.” Maeglin isn’t strictly sure whether this is true or not - but he speaks it with a gentle reverence that adds a weight to it, which is practically as good as the truth anyway. He had come from a world absolutely filled to the brim with all kinds of wings, surely he had passed someone in his travels that could do something similar.
But Betty is here, and they are not - so they hold absolutely no space in his mind.
His sky-mirror eyes refocus on her face instead of the wispy wings as he says with that same awe-filled tone - “You are absolutely incredible. I hope you have someone in your life to tell you that every day.”
Now, that pull has lessened. He sometimes loses it entirely.
But this doesn’t sour his mood, and when he cannot locate Stratos with a quick glance he looks back at Betty and gives a smooth explanation - “My home seems to have drifted out of sight today. It follows the winds - but it’s made of luminous clouds you can walk on, in a world of sunlight - or starlight.” Although Maeglin is not overly fond of Stratos, doesn’t feel that same cultish devotion to it that had once ran in his family, he appreciates how beautiful it was - and how easy it made it to weave delightful images for pretty mares.
He watches, rapt, as Betty explains about her wings and then demonstrates her abilities by transforming the sunlight into clouds. “I have never seen anything like that.” Maeglin isn’t strictly sure whether this is true or not - but he speaks it with a gentle reverence that adds a weight to it, which is practically as good as the truth anyway. He had come from a world absolutely filled to the brim with all kinds of wings, surely he had passed someone in his travels that could do something similar.
But Betty is here, and they are not - so they hold absolutely no space in his mind.
His sky-mirror eyes refocus on her face instead of the wispy wings as he says with that same awe-filled tone - “You are absolutely incredible. I hope you have someone in your life to tell you that every day.”
@Betty