Breaking homes and hearts

[PRIVATE] Breaking homes and hearts

Areli Posts: 82

Absent Abyss atk: 6.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 hh :: 3 (Birdsong) HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Bee :: Grey Wolf :: None Shady

04-24-2015, 02:18 PM (This post was last modified: 05-04-2015, 08:27 PM by Tamme.)

ARELI

You don’t notice the tears slipping from the corners of your brother’s silver eyes, nor does the way he lies prone alarm you. You often nap this way, except for you don’t like to get all curled up like he is—you much prefer sprawling out, blissfully unaware under Mama’s watchful gaze. As he rubs the sleep from his eyes (or so you think), you watch him anxiously, only relaxing when he promises not to tell on you. An exaggerated snort of relief bursts from your miniature muzzle, and you bob your head rapidly in agreement. Your secret. Good.

Tension relieved, you giggle at the way you stand over him, returning his extended nose with a freely affectionate bump. ”Tallern’you,” you taunt, spreading your fledging wings in what you mean to be an intimidating fashion (it’s not.). “Gotta do what I saaay!” He tells you you’re perfect, and you preen for him, abandoning his side briefly to flounce and shimmy your clumsy body in a wide half circle. Perfect! Yes, you are. You’re just getting it in your head to pounce on his reclining body, when he scrambles to his hooves. Little mouth opens to protest loudly, but he beats you to it, suggesting you go play in the willows.

“YETH!” you lisp in your excitement, body wriggling in delight. He trots off, and you speed after him, launching yourself into a drunken canter. You have almost caught up to him when you misstep and take a tumble, long thin limbs flailing wildly about like an overturned daddy longlegs. It doesn’t faze you; it happens a lot. Unharmed, you rocket upwards and dash past your brother toward the grove. Darting into the protective embrace of one of the willows, you call back for Ilios through the leafy curtain.

“Hiden’seek!” comes your disembodied, insistent voice. “You’re It, gotta fin’ me!” Grinning madly at this chance to enlist a playmate, you sneak around the back of the willow and slip under a neighboring tree.

@[Ilios]