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10-19-2013, 10:57 PM
 Her smile makes you wonder where she's been Light dances across the deep cherry coat of the one mare Lakota felt truly connected to, and every curve was so familiar to her that it stabbed a thorn of sorrow into her heart. Was there any room left to keep adding them, she wondered? Aodaun was stiff at her side, but no more resounding snarls echoed from his throat, even if his claws were digging and kneading at the ground like an anxious cat, hidden away from prying eyes. Ktulu was, or at least had been, speaking softly to Eytan when Lakota had arrived, but the shadow mare knew it was not her business. Had it ever been? Had all those days just been frail, hopeful delusions of joy? No, they couldn't have been, right? Because she had felt pain just as intimately then as she did now, and to Lakota, pain was her only constant in life. It was the measure of time, and emotion, and a million other things that would have led to a mildly peaceful life had the wounds never touched her robe or engraved themselves into her heart. But maybe, just maybe, it was enough. Because in the end those carmine stars were turning, wide and slack with disbelief as if she were a ghost, and oh how she'd missed this beautiful soul. "Lakota." A wry smile twists her lips, eyes soft and nostalgia clinging to her frame like a heavy blanket. For a few moments her ex-leader doesn't know what to say, sputtering delicately before submitting to the reality she wanted to say. Lakota felt almost...proud, at how Ktulu was willing to actually say how she felt. It wasn't normal, for her, but it was...appreciated. "I missed you too, Ktulu," she said softly, giving a flutter of a sigh and chancing a few steps closer, violet gazers flickering uncertainly, not sure if her advancement was welcome. Aodaun moved stiffly beside her, but was clearly more uncomfortable with the thought of his princess going closer without him than he was with having to keep himself in check around Ktulu, who had hurt his bonded so deeply in the first place. "This is a bit...well...I don't really know what to say I just..." Mulberry irises saddened, plume flickering nervously at her heels. "Life's really been different...without you." With nothing else to do she shrugged her birdlike shoulders helplessly, face a mixture of sheepish and helpless, and gave a broken, shuddering, breathy laugh.  |
