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02-05-2017, 10:53 PM
The filly trudged north, leaving her brother behind in the now awkward stage her herd had been. Though she was careful to make sure she hadn’t been followed on her adventure to the North – toward the mountains she had once called home and yearned for, if for nothing else but the simplicity of her life there. Her mother didn’t shield her as her father seemed to, she wasn’t constantly surrounded by people where she knew one wrong move would have word spread to the King faster than she’d have a chance to respond. A small sigh passed through her lips as they moved on, Khairi lingering back in the chilly birdsong morning. Her dark legs carrying her into the Frostbreath Steppe, a place that was somewhat icy from the morning’s dew having frozen over – but the sun was appearing between the mountain peaks and burning away the clouds that had accompanied the sunrise.
That was when she paused in her step, unsure if she should continue. If Ru’in would be willing to see her after the things Romina had said – after the things Kianzo had done pointed toward him. She at least felt the need to apologize – because of the dramatics that seemed to often occur between the two souls she felt the closest to. Regardless of how Ru’in and her met the first time, she was fond of the boy over everything he did. From the bronze trinkets he made, down to the way he talked, to even the tusks that protruded him his lips – and how sometimes she wondered what they felt like. (She’d question it internally and claim for curiosity, but surely there was a different reason below the surface.)
In her internal conflict, she paused in her step along the icy trail. She wanted to call his name out into the wilds, to see if he’d even come, but instead she withdrew into herself while elephants sprouted in the flames along her back. A sigh passed through her lips as she turned her head back to see Khairi swooping in circles to be sure nobody was following her from behind, while she debated on whether or not to just turn back and go home.
"Kia talk?"
That was when she paused in her step, unsure if she should continue. If Ru’in would be willing to see her after the things Romina had said – after the things Kianzo had done pointed toward him. She at least felt the need to apologize – because of the dramatics that seemed to often occur between the two souls she felt the closest to. Regardless of how Ru’in and her met the first time, she was fond of the boy over everything he did. From the bronze trinkets he made, down to the way he talked, to even the tusks that protruded him his lips – and how sometimes she wondered what they felt like. (She’d question it internally and claim for curiosity, but surely there was a different reason below the surface.)
In her internal conflict, she paused in her step along the icy trail. She wanted to call his name out into the wilds, to see if he’d even come, but instead she withdrew into herself while elephants sprouted in the flames along her back. A sigh passed through her lips as she turned her head back to see Khairi swooping in circles to be sure nobody was following her from behind, while she debated on whether or not to just turn back and go home.
"Kia talk?"
kiada & ru’in
i have late conversations with the moon.
he tells me about the sun, and I tell him about you.
he tells me about the sun, and I tell him about you.
@Ru'in <333
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
