12-04-2016, 10:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-04-2016, 10:09 PM by Yael.)
like a jar, you housed infinite tenderness
and infinite tenderness shattered you
The angry part of her would spit the words back at this kind creature who braves the winds at the edge of the world. She would ask what this woman could possibly have lost that compares to having twelve pieces of her heart, sun and stars, and magic cleaved suddenly from her life. The fact that Yael hasn’t dissolved into a puddle of useless gold goop is a some small miracle in and of itself, but perhaps that speaks to a strength the little foreigner does not know she has.
Though the mare’s words are faint, they reach Yael’s ears clearly. Wind gnaws at the golden’s skin and it seems as if there might actually be a chink in her armor of emotions. Friend. The word is far sharper than any of Aeolus' barbed gusts. She shudders violently, suddenly very much aware of how precarious her position must seem, and how goddamn fucking cold it is out there. With a numb nod of assent, her legs remember how to move, and Yael backs slowly towards the pair. Gilded feathers press tightly against a thin coat, which is pulled taut over ribs. It’s no surprise that she hasn’t eaten much. Grief is either the best diet, or the best excuse to get comfy sweats. The only problem is that Yael hadn't much to lose to begin with.
When the black-spotted pegasus finally has enough room to turn and face the mare and - oh - weasely looking thing? - she is more than a little worse for the wear. Whatever long eyeslashes that once protected such warm and loving cinnamon colored eyes are crusted in frost. Tear track marks fall down her cheeks, while wind and snot and whatever else is out there has rubbed her nose and lips raw.
And still, when Yael’s sluggish gaze finds the white and gold unicorn’s swelling sides, she is wracked with guilt. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. “You should be sleeping ahnd varm… eef somet’ing xappens to your child becahse of me…” Tch! She makes a half scolding, half dismayed sound in the back of her throat. But that is all she can manage before her teeth start to rattle against each other like sheepknuckle bones in an diviner’s bowl.
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[O] they are lost and gone forever, oh my darling clementine
