down here low, fussing over scars

[OPEN] down here low, fussing over scars

Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476

World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5

Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE

Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah

11-30-2014, 01:32 PM

get up, get out, get away from these liars
'cause they don't get your soul
or your fire

It felt like chance, that he had heard her over the sounds of the beach – over the wind that breezed past his ears as he soared. But heard her he did. His name spoken in her voice beckoned his attention back down to the ground, away from the horizon and the skies. “Ampere!” He confirmed her question with a shout of his own, in his excitement he found that simply altering his direction to glide towards the frozen ground wouldn’t be enough. In the gloom it wasn’t hard to summon the shadows towards him in order to teleport back down to the earth – materializing in a swirl of darkness before her. Before his friend. Ampere. Too much time passed between his smiles lately but there was one there now and it was unmistakeable.

There was that first, blissful moment of eagerness and joy but opening his mouth let reality settle in. He felt himself at a loss for words now that he was actually standing before her. A lot of time between smiles and a lot of time between them – he had grown since they had last talked. Or, filled out at least. The last remnants of Mesec-the-colt had left while he was off with his mother.

It was the same problem that he had faced with Ros – he just didn’t know how to start a conversation after so much time. Did they need to catch up? Or could they just rejoice in this reunion?

The last time they had seen each other… another darkness had started to spread across Helovia. This day was dark as well, but the storm coming towards them was natural this time, but it brought back memories. “Is there ever good weather on this beach?” He was talking about the sky and it was with reluctance that silver eyes turn from her for emphasis as they focus on the looming clouds. It could have been a joke, the silver-and-shadows stallion had been attempting humour to mask his uncertainty, but it came out too seriously this time. Well, maybe he needed more practice. But another time. He chased the failed attempt with a question that was meant to be serious – looking back to Ampere and finding that smile once again. “How have you been?”

mesec