Rishima?
Her heart freezes in its heavy beat, pounding drum stilled by the breath of a single word. It lingers in the busy space, clearing an area of calm and withdrawal despite the energy which literally crackles between the three. Time stops, breath stops, all life pauses as that solitary word glitters before her, a frozen fractal in the livid sky, a callous memory so long subdued. When is the last time she heard her mother's name? The last time she - or anyone - said it? Where had it gone in the time between?
Do I really look anything like her?
The stallion speaks a second name, and the spell is broken as a spider's web. Black gaze does not leave his face as slow recognition creeps into his eyes; she sees in his expression that she is not her, but so much of her still remains, lingers on the gold of the copper-kissed youth. The slightest nod acknowledges his words, accompanied by a grimace of effort and pain. Magic crackles at the corners of her heart, strong and wild and too great to control. The other speaks a bizarre name, one she files away to recall again later... but he does not matter immensely to her, not until he speaks his strange request.
Who would wish to be struck with such power, to be hit by electrical currents and burns? Yet then, had she not done something similar once, without even the benefit of an amulet's protection? So long ago, it seems, before the night fell, before the wraiths came, before her mother disappeared... she looks between stallions and she feels out of place, a child cast into the world of adults, an observer once more without truly belonging.
She watches the sparks dance across Kaj's wing, shivering beneath the might of its scent, sound, and sight. It ripples of gold and the scent of bright fire, glitters with autumn and sings of the stars. Her power responds to it, blooming in her veins; she looks to the ground as the storm strikes at Silk, backing away from the force of the blow. For a minute the girl thinks she ought disappear, return to the darkness from whence she emerged: there is no God to find here, just a shade of the past, a familiar stranger who sees her mother, not her.
@[Satanic Silk]
[ so sorry this took forever I totally spaced x.x ]
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