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03-29-2017, 03:20 PM
oh, I see stars rushing through my mind
colours have no time to fade
The news that Ki’irha hadn’t been spotted in some time chilled Mesec. He hadn’t told Vesper where he had been going on this trip and his guilt for that decision eased a little with the news. Though he suspected his young daughter would take the news with grace, any action of his that caused Vesper’s smile to falter even for a moment felt like a failure. He wouldn’t be returning to the Edge with Ki’irha by his side, wouldn’t get the chance yet to find out whether he and the star-mare could be friends as they raised their children together.
He already knew how cruel it was to have a family, only to have it taken away, but it did not ease the pain any more as it happened again.
Even as Tiamat was telling him not to lose hope, Mesec could feel it slipping from him. The sensation of being lost was was that he knew too well and it rose all around him again, after being kept at bay for so long, and threatened to suffocate him. He would have been sad to know that Ki’irha had not been spotted for the sake of his children, but that her whereabouts and Virga’s were both unknown was too much. He was forced to accept the fact that his son was missing or lost, and the feeble hope that the colt was with his mother was dwindling.
His eyes were distant, sad, and though he heard Tiamat’s words he was having trouble focusing on them.
It was her touch that broke him out of that haze, the soft feeling of her breath trailing along his skin before she stepped forward to hook her neck over his. He lowered his neck slightly to make it easier for her, leaning into the hug, and his eyes closed as he let her presence and hope wash over him. Just moments ago, he had been the one trying to comfort her, to show her the light and that things weren’t so terrible. Now they had completely flipped roles.
Surrounded by the sea-sweet scent of her, he felt some hope return. He forced his breathing to steady, to not lose himself to this sudden rise of panic. Her words finally made it through to him and he appreciated the gesture more than he could say. “Thank you.” He whispered softly - for both her offer to keep an eye out for Virga and his mother and for grounding him.
They parted - almost too soon for Mesec - but his smile returned as she tugged on his mane when she pulled away. Before he could even flounder about what to say then, she was already inviting him into the Basin - for some tea, of all things. He moved easily to her side so she could lead him into her home. “I’ve never had tea before... but that sounds wonderful.”
He already knew how cruel it was to have a family, only to have it taken away, but it did not ease the pain any more as it happened again.
Even as Tiamat was telling him not to lose hope, Mesec could feel it slipping from him. The sensation of being lost was was that he knew too well and it rose all around him again, after being kept at bay for so long, and threatened to suffocate him. He would have been sad to know that Ki’irha had not been spotted for the sake of his children, but that her whereabouts and Virga’s were both unknown was too much. He was forced to accept the fact that his son was missing or lost, and the feeble hope that the colt was with his mother was dwindling.
His eyes were distant, sad, and though he heard Tiamat’s words he was having trouble focusing on them.
It was her touch that broke him out of that haze, the soft feeling of her breath trailing along his skin before she stepped forward to hook her neck over his. He lowered his neck slightly to make it easier for her, leaning into the hug, and his eyes closed as he let her presence and hope wash over him. Just moments ago, he had been the one trying to comfort her, to show her the light and that things weren’t so terrible. Now they had completely flipped roles.
Surrounded by the sea-sweet scent of her, he felt some hope return. He forced his breathing to steady, to not lose himself to this sudden rise of panic. Her words finally made it through to him and he appreciated the gesture more than he could say. “Thank you.” He whispered softly - for both her offer to keep an eye out for Virga and his mother and for grounding him.
They parted - almost too soon for Mesec - but his smile returned as she tugged on his mane when she pulled away. Before he could even flounder about what to say then, she was already inviting him into the Basin - for some tea, of all things. He moved easily to her side so she could lead him into her home. “I’ve never had tea before... but that sounds wonderful.”
MESEC
the nightwind
@Tiamat <3
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