01-17-2022, 09:36 PM
One thing she knows is that her poor heart lurches at the scent of him - Obscene - on the wind. It catches the breeze and filters in through a deeply-drawn breath, mingling over Cheri’s tongue in a way that causes the little hairs covering her nose to quiver and twitch in excitement. She frowned, angry at herself. It was upsetting that just the smell of him brought out a little shiver, so she did her best to remain calm and quiet as the heavy thud of his hooves grew closer.
As ever, his tone was both cutting and intriguingly cool.
The jade-eyed mare awoke fully, glaring out at him underneath the shade of a leaning half-broken column, and expelled a dry gust of air. She thought better than to talk, saving what little energy she had so that her body could leech what it needed from the earth. He can’t feel it, she thought, or perhaps he doesn’t remember?
Hell, she didn’t blame him. The fragments of what she knows are more like fantasies anyways. Where and when could be yesterday or a hundred years from now; it was all relative, and they might not know for some time yet.
Lucky for them both, then, that Aela appeared.
“So,” The brittle horse finally spoke, disturbing the vines covering her body, “Loess is gone, then?”
She needed to hear it. To feel was not enough, not this time. And Aela would be the fate’s choice when it came to delivering such news, anyways. Cheri had always thought of the golden mare as a harbinger of uncertain circumstances. It seemed only right that she would appear now, of all times, to confirm the itching suspicion that something was very, very wrong.
The shadowy copse overgrown with climbing plants began turning brown, withering away as the seconds ticked by. Heedless of conversation or company, the leaves dropped one-by-one, revealing a rib-thin pegasus mare. Cheri breathed deeply; her first instinct was to break free of the dry twigs so she did, snapping them apart and shedding them like snakeskin.
Thoughts raced through her mind: Loess overtaken, turned into something foul and evil. Loess razed to ash, covered by the scattered remains of her people. Loess?
It was a question.
Her eyes flashed toward the Seneschal, then back to Obscene.
As ever, his tone was both cutting and intriguingly cool.
The jade-eyed mare awoke fully, glaring out at him underneath the shade of a leaning half-broken column, and expelled a dry gust of air. She thought better than to talk, saving what little energy she had so that her body could leech what it needed from the earth. He can’t feel it, she thought, or perhaps he doesn’t remember?
Hell, she didn’t blame him. The fragments of what she knows are more like fantasies anyways. Where and when could be yesterday or a hundred years from now; it was all relative, and they might not know for some time yet.
Lucky for them both, then, that Aela appeared.
“So,” The brittle horse finally spoke, disturbing the vines covering her body, “Loess is gone, then?”
She needed to hear it. To feel was not enough, not this time. And Aela would be the fate’s choice when it came to delivering such news, anyways. Cheri had always thought of the golden mare as a harbinger of uncertain circumstances. It seemed only right that she would appear now, of all times, to confirm the itching suspicion that something was very, very wrong.
The shadowy copse overgrown with climbing plants began turning brown, withering away as the seconds ticked by. Heedless of conversation or company, the leaves dropped one-by-one, revealing a rib-thin pegasus mare. Cheri breathed deeply; her first instinct was to break free of the dry twigs so she did, snapping them apart and shedding them like snakeskin.
Thoughts raced through her mind: Loess overtaken, turned into something foul and evil. Loess razed to ash, covered by the scattered remains of her people. Loess?
It was a question.
Her eyes flashed toward the Seneschal, then back to Obscene.
@Obscene