The Mountain resurfaces, peculiar mask and hollow gold reflecting my
Zhu (and any other undiscovered kin) came to the forefront, familiar harsh features and callous moons cast down upon me. He would certainly know more of Volterra (less so than Nymeria, but enough), seeing as how he was given the opportunity to have some father-son bonding time with him (unlike someone). I could certainly search for the stoic son, the
And of course— the man himself. I could find Volterra and his aureate queen and blood knight, could call them out in cusp of day and evening and question them in their motives. It seemed entirely possible that Volterra would tell me, would preach of victories won through brawn, could enlighten me on the magic of being a strong man, perhaps he'd take it far enough as to tell me how to fix myself (these eyes aren't going anywhere, daddy dearest) to appear more appealing to all the mares
Instead I have chosen to linger alone at the mouth of the Caves, remembering very vaguely the time Zhu and come across me confronting some strange stallion, attempting to protect Sabre despite being the smallest
I grind my teeth together and stare into the warm glow emitted from the cave entrance, trying not to let my mind linger on the idea that Sabre was missing, that she hasn't returned to the forest in weeks— that I have unwillingly become an only child. I want to convince myself that it's simply a temporary situation, that soon I'll see the familiar black body weaving through the trees, back in all her stubborn glory. But the idea of permanence does not leave, hovering over my head like a stormy grey cloud, bringing to me the idea that Sabre is lost somewhere I will never find her (somewhere where no one ever will, living or otherwise).
"Talk."
@Tyrath @Zhu posts will get better i swear, just wanted to get it going x: