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Her mind laid open and naked, wounded by uncertainty and doubt. And she lay defenseless in this clouded night, disturbed by this ancient stranger, who had yet to reveal his authenticity. Maren looked back, blinking – for she was real – as the tigermare's one-worded sentence quickly changed from being a valid sound, to a memory that could easily be forgotten to have ever been spoken at all, and so the night's parade continued to march between them. But she didn't mind, for Maren only welcomed him because of the serenity that he managed to project. She wasn't sure if she could handle anything else right now, wasn't sure what would happen if she herself decided to speak in sentences consisting out of more words than just that one.
The ash-flecked stallion simply stood there. Motionless like a statue while mist kept slowly cringing away from him – but always looking at her. A shiver ran again over her spine. This time not from the shattering of silence, but his eyes: His eyes silver as frozen lake-water, seemed just like that; a frozen lake. A shield of ice and the snow that covered it, letting nothing in or out.
Somehow it made him all the more divine.
This night had been flushed with nothing but silence, but then suddenly ripples had started to form on the surface and slowly it had all started to move, made reflections break down into unrecognizable pieces as what mattered got pulled away by the growing current.
The tigermare's body slightly tensed as she broke through the mists – her wall, her fortress. There was no time for Maren to even consider letting down the gates willingly, for she had pushed through them as if she hadn't even noticed they were there. As if they had no purpose.
Her mind's eye looked up to see the dead-end of a maze. And again, she became aware of her open wounds, felt the stinging doubt and the chain above her head becoming heavier with the unknown. In her mind she ran away. And as if it followed the rules of a dream, she was suddenly back at the garden; the garden where flaming red roses grew in the shadows of the Great Oak. They hadn't withered yet, but the burgundy leaves had turned a darker shade, leaned ruefully against each other, folded and less plump than ever. She stared with a feeling of detachment.
It was Rei – or at least she thought that was her name; a simple citizen of the Throat, her mind couldn't help adding. She bore no duties, had probably not made any stupider choices in her life than barging through Maren's impalpable castle doors – Had no chains on her mortal body and free mind. Of course she couldn't know and was it she, Maren, being the foolish one this time. The tigermare's glare had now moved away from the silent stallion and kept still on Rei (Rei?) – even though she could still see both without moving her head, as the mare had decided to halt next to the Stained One. The part of her mind she was unaware of, couldn't help but be slightly jealous of the grin she carried. Now watching them stand there, together, made her almost suggest that she might be his long lost daughter, as they both wore the coats that made the tigermare's mind wonder about the well-being and safety of the unwitting fireflies hoovering over these lands. Or I could get myself a bigger jar. Again; somewhere she still hoped she could just chase away her problems by creating an easier one.
As the widely grinning Rei proved to be very subtle, she winked; a very quick open – and closing of the eyelids; something which pretty much always carried a sexually-charged kind of message. Maren simply answered with an icy stare. Ignoring Rei's suggesting nonsense and stupidity. Her laugh broke the night's code first, and then her more-than-one-word sentences broke it again. Somehow she couldn't help but feel pity for the poor mare's unawareness of the serene, quiet mood and what she was doing.
The stallion, however, decided to point out the obvious – and with that also proving that he was not a statue and was not divine. The only pathetic thing left to question were the flecks of ash on his hide. (which she still thought suspicious) After all, this kind of sarcasm could only grow from earthly sprouts – From being mortal, living a life and having wishes and craving certain needs.
So even though the thought of these needs did in fact distract her from the puzzle-pieces laying in her mind (for she hadn't had it in ages) she wasn't quit sure if she welcomed the mental images. This world was a cruel place.
Nevertheless her thoughtful eyes had laid locked-on on the broad-shouldered, ash-flecked handsome as he spoke – more like, muttered. Her brains cringed, had kept swirling itself around those images while walking itself through the pro's and con's. Meanwhile her heart watched with a frown. Than came the conclusion: As if that ever were to happen with that old-ass of a stallion, which did take a little longer than needed. But nevertheless with a still unchanged, slightly cold expression, her glare jumped from the unicorn to the pegasus. "IF... we were.", she added whispering with a slightly irritated undertone, with the purpose of just wanting to underline that part of the stallion's statement and hoping to have now cleared the nonsense from also Rei's mind.
As she looked at the grinning mare, however, she felt a vivid sting in her stomach. For she was just one silly mare, of all the Throat, that the tigermare was letting down by questioning her duty as a Disciple. Wouldn't Rei need guidance - preferably sooner than later? She took a breath along with a mouthful of guilt, that had returned to her in growing heaps, and looked away from the petite pegasus' dark mask, back to the cold, emotion-lacking stare of the stallion; for those seemed more the kind of eyes that would keep quiet – would not shimmer and sparkle with anticipation and expectations, like she imagined Rei's would.
Hallelujah, she was ashamed. She needed to goddamn fix herself, or soon there would be no honor left for her.
But the tigermare could simply not find the words, for what she had left was just a desperate, sinful need for someone to fix it for her. But they couldn't - No one could, but she herself. So she just bit her tongue.
– @[Rei], @[Mauja] || Notes: || Wordcount: 1086 || "talking" ||
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