kill your darlings - Aedan, any

[Aedan]

He is growing us to the Island. It is a good place to call home, albeit perhaps a bit quieter than either he or Vita may have wanted. Still, it gives them the space they need to raise Bran, time to spend with him in a place that is safe and undisturbed. He doesn’t worry when he leaves them alone to mother and son time. Not that he doesn’t want to be with them always, but he knows it is still good for them to have their space.

Besides, he’s taken to patrolling the border occasionally throughout the day. It was something to do, and though it was hardly necessary, it gives him something akin to purpose. It makes him feel like he’s doing his job, checking on things and protecting his family as best he can. Not that he does anything but say hi to the birds, but still.

Today though is different though. There’s a hint of lava in the air, a smell he is familiar with, having grown up in Tephra. It gives him a twinge of nostalgia, though Tephra wasn’t truly his home. Somewhere along the way it had ceased to be the place for him. It’s not long before he finds the filly on their shores, standing impossibly still with white ears twisting back and forth.

He nickers softly, eyes drifting to the way her skin stretches thin over her bones, eventually finding the missing half of her jaw. Oh. ”Are you okay?” he calls, realizing she may not actually be able to talk in return, but hoping there was a way to communicate.

aedan

the night is more alive and more
richly colored than the day.

@[Crackjaw]