08-17-2021, 01:02 AM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
He finds himself being lulled into a rather comfortable state despite his impending sense of doom as she continues to groom him, liking the way she frees the tangles from his unkempt mane. He had told her that he was bad and she was still here, didn’t seem worried in the slightest. He was confused but there were many things that adults did that he didn’t understand and so he assumes this falls under that. Sleepily he leans into her touch as she speaks and his ears perk forward to listen.
It’s as if she can read his mind, picking up the exact thread of worry and doing her best to unravel his confusion just as she untangles the burrs from his hair. He looks back up at her, suddenly wide awake as he considers this, that terrible and bad aren’t always the same thing. Another mare had started to wander over out of curiosity and he watches Aela flatten her ears and step over him, snapping her teeth as the other quickly decides she’s not so curious after all. He watches this with a thrill of delight, feeling the warmth that comes with being protected and wanted.
How long would she stay with him though? Surely she too would eventually see that he was wrong and not want anything to do with him either. As she lowers her head back to him, as she says the name he had not given her, he knows that he doesn’t want her to leave without him. This mare who seems to see something good in little old terrible him. “How did you know my name?” He asks her curiously as he tries to swallow down her words of faith and make himself believe them.
He pauses as the shadow moves across his dappled skin and begins to pick things off the ground around him with interest. A pebble here, a leaf there. He knows this soul, it's appeared a few times before and is one of the few he doesn’t mind. He calls this one Mr. Silence due to the fact that the soul had never spoken to him, had never made a sound, had not even given him a name. In fact he wasn’t even sure what kind of creature Mr. Silence had been before he died, his image was always somewhat disjointed but he felt certain it was at least a Mr at one point. He was mostly harmless and appeared to be fascinated with the living world, Fyr’s fire powers in particular. The ash before Aela’s hooves begins to stir as Mr. Silence runs a claw (finger? talon?) through it before moving on to explore other things around them, picking them up and studying them closely with his blurry transparent features.
He is thinking too hard to fully watch Aela’s reaction to all this, if she sees Mr. Silence at all or only sees things stirring with the help of an invisible touch. What kind of “terrible” could he be besides the bad kind? “Can you teach me how to be one of these things? The good kind of terrible?” He finally asks Aela quietly before dropping his gaze, wondering if she would find him impertinent and scold him for it or worse… Leave. So he quickly drops a polite ”Ma’am.” as if there wasn’t a ghost shuffling around them, as if he hadn’t just set another foal on fire, as if it didn’t matter if she left him here to rot or not.
It’s as if she can read his mind, picking up the exact thread of worry and doing her best to unravel his confusion just as she untangles the burrs from his hair. He looks back up at her, suddenly wide awake as he considers this, that terrible and bad aren’t always the same thing. Another mare had started to wander over out of curiosity and he watches Aela flatten her ears and step over him, snapping her teeth as the other quickly decides she’s not so curious after all. He watches this with a thrill of delight, feeling the warmth that comes with being protected and wanted.
How long would she stay with him though? Surely she too would eventually see that he was wrong and not want anything to do with him either. As she lowers her head back to him, as she says the name he had not given her, he knows that he doesn’t want her to leave without him. This mare who seems to see something good in little old terrible him. “How did you know my name?” He asks her curiously as he tries to swallow down her words of faith and make himself believe them.
He pauses as the shadow moves across his dappled skin and begins to pick things off the ground around him with interest. A pebble here, a leaf there. He knows this soul, it's appeared a few times before and is one of the few he doesn’t mind. He calls this one Mr. Silence due to the fact that the soul had never spoken to him, had never made a sound, had not even given him a name. In fact he wasn’t even sure what kind of creature Mr. Silence had been before he died, his image was always somewhat disjointed but he felt certain it was at least a Mr at one point. He was mostly harmless and appeared to be fascinated with the living world, Fyr’s fire powers in particular. The ash before Aela’s hooves begins to stir as Mr. Silence runs a claw (finger? talon?) through it before moving on to explore other things around them, picking them up and studying them closely with his blurry transparent features.
He is thinking too hard to fully watch Aela’s reaction to all this, if she sees Mr. Silence at all or only sees things stirring with the help of an invisible touch. What kind of “terrible” could he be besides the bad kind? “Can you teach me how to be one of these things? The good kind of terrible?” He finally asks Aela quietly before dropping his gaze, wondering if she would find him impertinent and scold him for it or worse… Leave. So he quickly drops a polite ”Ma’am.” as if there wasn’t a ghost shuffling around them, as if he hadn’t just set another foal on fire, as if it didn’t matter if she left him here to rot or not.
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@Aela