Laedere

But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

Aye, she trembled waiting - yet still (somehow) managed to hold some air of elegance. It was what she had been taught to do, so she did it with ease and grace. Ardere, on the other hand, was very good at breaking that elegance. She stood, she waited, she watched the skies in an almost contemplative manner. Who would come to greet her? Who would deem her unworthy due to lack of flight? Who would say she was useless to the lands upon that island? She was prepared to be tossed away like some form of garbage. She may be of pure pegasus blood, but she no longer served the same purpose other pegasi did, and it kept her soul at bay, kept her thinking she was worthless, that she would never find a home.

Alas, the one who came arrived just as she flexed out her wings - stretching them out to give some freedom to the cramped muscles. And, as soon as he landed - just far enough off to give him room to stop - she snapped her wings back to her side (forever self-conscious of the way the hole came off, especially to other pegasi who still had the gift of flight). She had learned a long time ago, from Midas and Africa, that it seemed most pegasi here did not know of this 'Pompeii' she heralded from. That they did not understand her strong religious ties to the churches and the strength that came from passing history on through stories. That they hadn't had to live through fire and ash cascading from the sky and suffocating others around her. But, as clearly as she remembered that pain, she couldn't remember much else as the broken body fought with the new, different soul to inhabit it.

As he came in closer, she could see the alarm flickering across his eyes upon inspection of her frame. Mineself isn't that rebarbative? she mused to herself before the questions fell from his lips. His speech was fractured, though alive with concern for her as they locked eyes. Aye, he thought he could fix her. They all did. Ardere was the one who shot forward, interested in the stag before her who stood tall and firm. He was a giant compared to Laedere, and that alone sparked all of the curiosity inside the young leviathan. So, careful not to actually touch the stag and frighten him, Ardere began to circle him - to take in his frame, his muscles, his over all size - before doing playful flips and circles in front of him while Laedere took in a deep breath and settled herself. She wouldn't be rejected just yet, but as soon as he found out he couldn't do anything, she didn't doubt it would come like a sting of a bee.

"Mineself dost not endure afflictions," she reassured, ears alert and forward as she swished her tail and took in another breath. She figured it was best that she show him the wing, to allow his mind to understand it had been healed from time, and then attempted to be healed again by the Falls healers - nothing could be done. Awkwardly, she pulled her wing out from its usual cramped position and rotated it. She held it out, clearly showing the hole in the feathers and the scarring along the bone. "Ye shan't be able to restore mine feathers atop cicatrix. Tis no exigency to locate a 'healer'" Laedere finished with a carefully formed smile, almost forced from embarrassment of the fact that without her ability of flight she was a disgrace to all pegasi. "Mineself tis merely seeking harborage and one mineself might entitle kin…"

Slowly, her smile fell, wing shrinking back into the cramped hold it was generally in before she allowed her gaze to drop. Aye, she was at his mercy now, and as much as Ardere wanted to play she couldn't connect with that joy, that happiness her leviathan felt. She was ready to be rejected, to be tossed aside, to actually be deemed as worthless as she felt when she had returned to see the Falls no longer the same. She doubted they would have accepted her, so she left and found a place where she could only assume pegasi thrived (thanks to it being an island and all) only to realize she might not even be accepted into the folds of their family.

Isn't life just a bitch sometimes?

"Laedere speaking." | Thoughts/others speaking.

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i think i just died because i can never get this much out of her. i love you time ;-;