06-30-2021, 08:06 PM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
Although Sickle didn’t have any visible injuries, the blood staining her skin and the thought that she could have been hurt keep Wishbone awake at night. She can’t help wondering if there’s something more she can do, something beyond forming alliances, patrolling the borders until her feet hurt, and throwing herself in front of the twins to protect them whenever she can.
It comes to her one night while she is drifting to sleep. Her thoughts often twist to her own childhood as she nestles against Sickle and Malik, and on this night she is thinking about how spirited she had been as a child. She had been full of zeal and recklessness, and Scorch had tailored her lessons on fighting and diplomacy to fit that energy. Wishbone’s eyes flutter open just before sleep claims her, recognizing the similarities between her passion as a child and the twins’ passion now.
Early in the next morning, Wishbone is busy thinking about how she can teach the twins to use their magic to protect themselves. There will be a time where Sickle and Malik will leave Tephra and be independent; if she’s even half of a mother, she would teach her children how to fight. But they have skills that go beyond her comprehension, and Wishbone knows she needs to find someone who can teach them how to hone their shifting and use it in a fight.
Her mind roams through the Tephrans she knows, finally landing on a name that belongs to someone she still needs to meet. Svedka has talked about the shifting mare before, about her physical prowess as a fighter and her rougher nature. She thinks Vastra would be the perfect teacher for her children, perhaps someone that will toughen Sickle and Malik like Scorch had to Wishbone.
So she begins to search for the mare, knowing only her name. She begins by looking in the places she knows Svedka frequents, certain she will find Vastra by the end of the day.
It comes to her one night while she is drifting to sleep. Her thoughts often twist to her own childhood as she nestles against Sickle and Malik, and on this night she is thinking about how spirited she had been as a child. She had been full of zeal and recklessness, and Scorch had tailored her lessons on fighting and diplomacy to fit that energy. Wishbone’s eyes flutter open just before sleep claims her, recognizing the similarities between her passion as a child and the twins’ passion now.
Early in the next morning, Wishbone is busy thinking about how she can teach the twins to use their magic to protect themselves. There will be a time where Sickle and Malik will leave Tephra and be independent; if she’s even half of a mother, she would teach her children how to fight. But they have skills that go beyond her comprehension, and Wishbone knows she needs to find someone who can teach them how to hone their shifting and use it in a fight.
Her mind roams through the Tephrans she knows, finally landing on a name that belongs to someone she still needs to meet. Svedka has talked about the shifting mare before, about her physical prowess as a fighter and her rougher nature. She thinks Vastra would be the perfect teacher for her children, perhaps someone that will toughen Sickle and Malik like Scorch had to Wishbone.
So she begins to search for the mare, knowing only her name. She begins by looking in the places she knows Svedka frequents, certain she will find Vastra by the end of the day.
@Vastra
