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04-07-2017, 12:43 AM
i have loved the stars too fondly,
to be fearful of the night.
to be fearful of the night.
She clutched the egg carefully as she made her way down the familiar path to the Edge’s gates. From here, she’d need to wait, to call for her beloved brothers and dearest niece in the effort of telling them her new adventure. She hoped they’d be happy for her, to see her go out and be able to become something without their help. She wanted to be sure, too, that the next time Bartholomeo saw her, she’d be able to prove to him that she was just as much of a pirate warrior that her wonderful brother was.
She was closer to Bartholomeo in her later years than she was with Tilney. And upon her arrival to Helovia into his embrace, she had already found that she had missed so much. Arah and Tilney had reunited, created Maude, and started a family and life in the beautiful land of the world’s edge. But it was their family and home. It wasn’t hers. She didn’t even know if the Throat was going to feel like home – but it was different, alluring, and exciting. That was all Aelfwine asked for anymore.
And of course, the attempt at being a warrior after her spar with Volterra. Now that was exciting.
Regardless, the dappled mare waited on the outside of that large metal gate, the egg tucked safely in a small bag-like thing that Aelfwine had strewn together haphazardly. She didn’t really trust the monstrosity, but it was easier than leaving the egg rolling out and about, or trying to keep the strange thing tucked away in her mane. It wasn’t small by any means. So she did the best with what she had.
After a few moments, she raised her head to the sunsetting sky, releasing a call out for Tilney, Bartholomeo, and Maude, hoping that one of them would hear and come closer. She wanted to tell them her goodbyes so that way they didn’t think she’d died or something, somewhere. She knew Bartholomeo would be less than pleased to know she was leaving, but he needed the ocean and she needed change. She figured he’d understand that someday.
"Talk."
She was closer to Bartholomeo in her later years than she was with Tilney. And upon her arrival to Helovia into his embrace, she had already found that she had missed so much. Arah and Tilney had reunited, created Maude, and started a family and life in the beautiful land of the world’s edge. But it was their family and home. It wasn’t hers. She didn’t even know if the Throat was going to feel like home – but it was different, alluring, and exciting. That was all Aelfwine asked for anymore.
And of course, the attempt at being a warrior after her spar with Volterra. Now that was exciting.
Regardless, the dappled mare waited on the outside of that large metal gate, the egg tucked safely in a small bag-like thing that Aelfwine had strewn together haphazardly. She didn’t really trust the monstrosity, but it was easier than leaving the egg rolling out and about, or trying to keep the strange thing tucked away in her mane. It wasn’t small by any means. So she did the best with what she had.
After a few moments, she raised her head to the sunsetting sky, releasing a call out for Tilney, Bartholomeo, and Maude, hoping that one of them would hear and come closer. She wanted to tell them her goodbyes so that way they didn’t think she’d died or something, somewhere. She knew Bartholomeo would be less than pleased to know she was leaving, but he needed the ocean and she needed change. She figured he’d understand that someday.
"Talk."
aelfwine
@Tilney @Bartholomeo @Maude she's here to say she's moving <33
