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10-25-2014, 11:14 PM
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Resplendence
it's what you feel but can't articulate outloud I'm not positive that she should be out here. No. In fact, she should be getting sleep. She could actually sleep with the sun out and shining - regardless of the fact that it was getting colder and colder by the minute. Still, Resplendence was trudging forward, toward the sound of the call which had heralded the winter sky in all of its glory. She wasn't sure whether she should panic or attempt to steal her nerves in case her healing abilities were necessary. Alas, that thought is what sent a pang through her heart. I don't have them anymore... She shook her head, moving herself forward a bit faster than before, until she came up to the tree-line near the broken down border which reminded her of a far better life. It was the life when Mirage was still here. The life when Kahlua and she were still sisters in arms, almost council members, learning their trades and studying to better the herd. The life when Quilyan had always been there, and Kaj not far behind. The life before that wretched day in the caves when torturous moments had taken over and started the plague of nightmares which had held a strong hold on her since. Was she really that broken? She knew she was not strong. She knew she was not courageous. She knew she cared too much. But could her soul really have been shattered so much that it killed her to sleep, to move, to eat, to do anything but cry? One more step and she would have been out of the shadows. No. She stopped, rocking back on her haunches and staring at the impressive build no more than a few feet before her. Large, daunting, black, white socks. He had been one of the Grey - the name she had finally been able to make concrete after her conversation with Apollo - and he had ambushed the Foothills, taking them over when she had just joined. He had been one of them who had ruined her family, and now they were swarming the Edge - forcing their way into what was her family and making her have to care about equines whom she had only regarded as killers. No, not killers like that black unicorn who had slain Rowan so soullessly, but killers of spirit and family. But, there was more to him that she remembered. He had taken a pine cone from her tail down in the caves. What purpose it had served, she did not know. Did it matter what purpose it served? She assumed the main point had been to remind her that he was stronger. Really, it wasn't necessary - she already knew that. She couldn't fight, and if she ever had to she would probably had lost. The one moment with Phaedra... it had been a miracle to come out on even ground. Her eyes widened, head shaking as she trembled in place. She was careful not to brush up against of the foliage that surrounded her, serving as a protective barrier against the painful memories and the fear which were biting sharply at her hooves and begging for her to run while she could. But they wouldn't let her leave. No, they only tied her to this spot - for what reason she didn't know until Valiance took to the skies. His red, feathered frame shot out of the trees like a bullet - aiming directly for Apollo's poll. If he was allowed, he would curl up there, chirping a phrase of welcome. This was not because he liked Apollo. No, not in the least. He didn't trust anyone, though his mistrust was just because he wasn't sure they'd be able to show themselves to Res in a manner which would result in her being calm. No, he wanted to rest there to force her out of her hiding, to force her to say hello to the stag who had helped her gather herbs. To force her to remember that everyone was weak in their own way, and that even this daunting draft had to have something which could tear him down. "Friend... Herbs... Come... Respy" Valiance purred through the bond, trying to coax her from hiding. The reason: She cares too much... about everyone. |
