10-17-2020, 01:54 PM
I got extra feelings
For the time being, reuniting with his twin brother was out of the question. Yanhua would have to be content with the possibility of Nashua coming to visit him and nothing less, for a while. It wasn’t that he was afraid of venturing onto the Isle, nor was he cautious of running into Leilan again (hadn’t he proven as much in the first round?) Simply put, Yanhua wasn’t eager to pick at a sore wound he’d created. The echo he’d sent to Leilan in the midst of their battle yielded startling results, and the putrid anger he’d stirred up in Leilan because of that echo honestly didn’t sit well with the goat-horned stallion from Taiga.
It wasn’t like Yan to be so… willfully mean.
He’d been born with a gift and the freedom to use that power for either good or evil, and had told himself from a very young age that he would always do his best to use what little magic he possessed for good deeds only, but in that fateful moment something inside of him had changed. Yanhua had known that echoed memory of the spotted mare had been a strong memory for Leilan - else why would it haunt the dragon-shifter like it did? Why would that image be the most poignant of images he received, if it held no weight in Leilan’s memories? Yan knew the strength of emotion behind a memory like that, and he’d still used it to try and gain an advantage over his opponent. In the moment it'd felt good. Now? Well, now Yanhua was stewing in a mood of regret and self-disappointment.
He could’ve chosen anything else.
An image of his mother. A dazzling sunset. Anything, really.
But instead he’d used that one - the spotted mare whose name he never knew.
Because of his choice he’d pushed Leilan too far, and now the gap between them (already grown from their previous disagreement in his redwood homeland) seemed like it might be too far a distance to bridge. He sighed and rambled north with only his thoughts to guide him, in search of a familiar face he’d not seen for many months, but had missed terribly all the same.
“Amarine?” Yanhua called out questionably, looking up from his reveries to see a similar-looking mare just past the treeline he’d been emerging from. The female certainly looked like his old friend, but not entirely like her. As he drew nearer, the difference became obvious: this mare had a set of wings across her back, and as long as he’d known Amarine he’d never seen her burdened with such additions. But he was wrong - it was Ama - and so Yanhua stopped in his tracks amidst the tall-growing bracken and heathers, to try and process exactly what he was seeing with his own blue eyes.
“Have I really been away that long?” He asked her gently, smiling through a small pang of guilt. Then, remembering himself and who he was with, Yanhua did his best to stop feeling sorry for himself. The world wasn’t about him, not when Ama was giving off fresh echoes of her recent awakening. He tried again, this time a bit more kind. “Is there anything I can do?” He offered.
PERSONALITY | HISTORY | REFERENCESIt wasn’t like Yan to be so… willfully mean.
He’d been born with a gift and the freedom to use that power for either good or evil, and had told himself from a very young age that he would always do his best to use what little magic he possessed for good deeds only, but in that fateful moment something inside of him had changed. Yanhua had known that echoed memory of the spotted mare had been a strong memory for Leilan - else why would it haunt the dragon-shifter like it did? Why would that image be the most poignant of images he received, if it held no weight in Leilan’s memories? Yan knew the strength of emotion behind a memory like that, and he’d still used it to try and gain an advantage over his opponent. In the moment it'd felt good. Now? Well, now Yanhua was stewing in a mood of regret and self-disappointment.
He could’ve chosen anything else.
An image of his mother. A dazzling sunset. Anything, really.
But instead he’d used that one - the spotted mare whose name he never knew.
Because of his choice he’d pushed Leilan too far, and now the gap between them (already grown from their previous disagreement in his redwood homeland) seemed like it might be too far a distance to bridge. He sighed and rambled north with only his thoughts to guide him, in search of a familiar face he’d not seen for many months, but had missed terribly all the same.
“Amarine?” Yanhua called out questionably, looking up from his reveries to see a similar-looking mare just past the treeline he’d been emerging from. The female certainly looked like his old friend, but not entirely like her. As he drew nearer, the difference became obvious: this mare had a set of wings across her back, and as long as he’d known Amarine he’d never seen her burdened with such additions. But he was wrong - it was Ama - and so Yanhua stopped in his tracks amidst the tall-growing bracken and heathers, to try and process exactly what he was seeing with his own blue eyes.
“Have I really been away that long?” He asked her gently, smiling through a small pang of guilt. Then, remembering himself and who he was with, Yanhua did his best to stop feeling sorry for himself. The world wasn’t about him, not when Ama was giving off fresh echoes of her recent awakening. He tried again, this time a bit more kind. “Is there anything I can do?” He offered.
@[Amarine]