“Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.”
I spot Thor amongst the group, and i move closer to him, seeking a familiar face in this sea of strangers, all drawn by the egg's melodic call. I can feel the displeasure directed at me, and a flinch crosses my features before i drop my head. But... unlike some i have not been sent away. Did it still hold hope for me? But when i feel the nudge through my thoughts of what it desired next, my hopes plummeted like a stone off a cliff.
Romance? Love? I had little to no experience of such things, nor did i know anyone here who had such a tale... save maybe... It's a long-shot, and i had already fallen out of favor with the precious being. "Forgive me dragă dragoste..." I wait until the winged-horned-one finished her story before i begin, my voice wavering slightly, fearful of being rebuked and shunned by such a beautiful thing. Not to mention what my story was about. I kept my gaze locked on the egg, focusing only on it and no one else around me.
"I have no stories of love to tell you, for i have never experienced such things. I cannot tell you of love others here hold, for i have not met any who are or were in love... but i have a story, of a growing love, that i hope fulfills your needs.
I am used to being unloved, unfit among others, shunned, scorned, hated, abandoned. But the one that captured my attention did none of these things. He welcomed me as family when he knew me not, and never once mocked me or showed any signs of the dislike and abuse i have grown to expect. Yes, he gets...annoyed with me and my ignorance, my stupidity, my lack of understanding some things. But never once has he raised hoof or tooth against me.
Before he found me, i feared everything. I still do, a little, but much less than before... He was the first, the first to treat me with kindness, with gentle words. He is my dascăl, my teacher. I fear nothing more than failing him, failing the trust he's given me. Love...it is foreign to me. But i like to think... i love him. As the love i've seen between a father and son, a brother and brother. I don't care if it's not returned. He has shown and given me all i've craved since i was born." I can't keep my gaze on the egg any longer, my eyes falling to the sand. I find it hard to speak now, emotion clogging my throat. To admit this before strangers... i didn't care. I surprisingly...didn't give a damn.
"You're alone. Even though we surround you, you are alone in this world, as i was. I want to help you, more than i can say in this language. I wish to do for you what my blând unul did for me. I want to show you the love and care i have been given." I can say no more. I'm at a loss. Was this the type of love the egg sought? Would i be the next to be sent from it's side, cut off from it's beautiful call? I didn't want to. I felt like i was drowning, and this egg was my salvation. Without warmth, without a caretaker, it would die... i couldn't bear the thought.
My gaze returns to the egg, pristine and pure. Suddenly i feel foolish. The horned-winged one before me told a tale of romance, of love between mates. And i gave it what little i knew. Ignorance. Ashamed, i drop my gaze again, ears pinned back tight against my skull. What was the love of one who knew no such thing worth compared to those who were older, more experienced, who knew what love held in all it's bonds and glory? My relationship with Thor was the only scrap of 'love' i had, that i knew. And i prayed, prayed, it would be enough.
blând unul: Gentle one
dascăl: mentor/teacher/leader
dragă dragoste: dear love
Cetan is seeking his griffin companion~
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