A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem
trying to write yourself a rifle, maybe sharpen up a song
to fight the tanks and drones of you being alone
'Meet.' Eliana speaks into her bonded's mind. 'Hurry. We late.' she prods, mentally, urging him forward. It had become almost habitual. Miykael always seemed to be one of the last to arrive to herd meetings. It wasn't ever intentional, to be fair. It's not like he made it a point to arrive late and whenever he did he slid as silently as possible into the back, sometimes lingering in shadow and other times more visible. A soft sigh slips from his nostrils, reluctant to leave his favorite spot of the Edge - the cliffs. The feel of the tallsun breeze off the ocean, caressing his mane and kissing his face with a tenderness of only a lover. The starry zephyr coos her encouragement and, with her leading the way, the pair turns away from the ocean view and makes their way to the usual meeting location.
Eliana continually flies ahead and loops back around, as if attempting to urge him further and faster. Begrudgingly, he concedes to her badgering and slides easily into a gallop. It doesn't take long then and as soon as the gathering is seen, he slows; slipping quietly into the back. Doing his best to be discrete. Eliana soars down to land upon his back then, settling in on his back just behind his withers. Blue eyes scan the herd, quickly finding Alysanne beside the gray mare. Another stood out, though it wasn't someone he expected. The shiny black winged boy - older than the last time he had seen him and yet, could it really be? His expression is only momentarily puzzled, for his attention is returned to the conversation at hand. He hadn't been too late to hear most everything - thankfully the leaders spoke loudly enough at meetings so that all might hear. When all had spoken, he stepped forward - offering everything that he had. "I have healing magic as well, should it be needed, and.." here he pauses, swallowing hard on the lump that was growing in his throat. "I can... block memories, should anyone feel it to be absolutely necessary... for any reason." he adds, then falls silent. It was a useful magic, just not one that he particularly cared for. It had done so little to help him or anyone else in the past. Even knowing that he could unblock those memories... it wasn't enough. He avoided Alysanne's gaze at that moment, and with a nod of his head he slides backwards - hoping to blend into the shadows. There was nothing left for him to say. Eliana played with his mane, comforting him the best way she knew how.
Miykael
At war with love |
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[O] evil amongst us [Mandatory Herd Meeting]
