I'll fight to survive through this thunderous life
without you by my side
From the bamboo forest, the pair travelled slowly south toward the Throat - passing the time with stories, confessions, and a little bit of lecturing. Though he felt incredibly guilty for what had occurred during the battle with the wolves, Mesec was enjoying the newfound friendship with Najya. And Lucius, well, the zephyr had eventually left the comforting presence of the mare but not for his bonded - he flew nearby for a while - then rose above to circle ahead, making sure that there would be no further misdirections that led to traumatic battles.
The sun had just set when they arrived on the southern coast of Helovia, standing where the land bridge had once connected one shore to the other. In the west, there were still hints of purple and navy but already the stars and moon had command of the sky. The silver of his coat had begun to glow softly as the sun sank, the light reflecting faintly in the shallow waves that lapped at their hooves.
“Welcome to the Throat.” Mesec tried to muster up some sort of smile, it had been a long journey for them to get here and it felt good to finally arrive, but too much had happened to the pair. Every time he turned to her, saw the scar of claw marks on her, it chased away any sense of friendship that they built as he had started introducing her to his life. There had been no point in further avoiding his story, after all, when she had seen so much of it first-hand. But now there were new things for him to worry about, the storm constant inside of his heart and there was no relief when he turned his eyes from her to the dark water that stretched before him. In the moonlight, the far shore of the Throat was just barely visible. Would he be welcome there now? Gaucho had accepted him, true, but he felt as though a second trial awaited him with the new Sultana. “Well, that’s it… over there. We need to wait for someone to help you across, there’s a magical bridge that can help you cross.” He could cross himself, could find someone that could accept Najya into the herd, but fear kept him back. He had refused to avoid going back to the Throat, refused to miss the meeting that the sultana had called out for, but that did not mean he had the courage to cross into the herdland on his own.
Najya was certainly getting a crash-course in the magic that existed within Helovia, wasn’t she? “Unless you feel like swimming, of course.” There’s a ghost of a smile then, accompanying the weak joke with a gesture of glowing silver wings toward the black water.
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original html by rottie
picture by xdjurax at deviantart
for Najya and Ampere (girlfrienddssss)
set the night before the herd meeting (evening/after sunset) if that works fine with both your timelines!
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