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#1

DECEMBER
& this is Carl

 
Being pregnant sucked. Period. The new weight swirling about in her stomach usually wasn't a pleasant one, and the mare had come to resent the new load she had to carry. Not the child itself obviously, in fact the thought of her having a babe was so exciting she could barely contain it; in her own way of course. But what she really did resent was the hell she had to go through first, before she finally was able to enjoy the gift of motherhood. She didn't even know what gender it was going to be, what she was going to name it or what it would look like. Would the little one have father's eyes or hers? What about his coat or maybe she would be an ashy grey. She couldn't even remember what color she was when she was a child, but she was certain she hadn't always been this white color.

Nonetheless, her ankles ached and the knew weight put pressure on her joints, often leading to her groaning softly to herself in pain at night. She was sure that Miykael was most likely worried sick about her, this being her first and all, so she didn't dare mention anything when it came to her discomfort thanks to the little miracle. So she continued to waddle with the most confidence she could muster, and soon she came across the Thistle meadow, a soft moon shining down upon her. She hadn't been able to sleep again; the constant kicking of the babe and her restless thoughts had caused her to finally leave the sanctuary of the Falls, and to wander elsewhere. She didn't know how to feel now that she had returned, but she knew for certain that her new life with her beloved was going to be one she would never regret. She would never thought that she would accomplish such a feat; finding someone who will love her for who she is, and then to begin with a family boot. Perhaps she had been too scarred by the idea since her incident with Isara.

She still felt a slight sting when she thought about the now mare (she would be a mare now wouldn't she?) She hadn't seen her since the flood granted by the Earth God, and even when she had seen her the then filly had broken her heart in two. She had attacked her, not intentionally of course, but her mind had made it quite clear her true feelings, and that had devastated the ivory lass. She had pined and mourned over the girl for months; refusing to socialize with anyone, and had barely eaten. If no one had known better, they would have assumed she had lost a child of her own. She supposed in her mind that she had. Abruptly she shook her large crown, trying to rid herself of those negative thoughts. She couldn't linger on the past anymore, not when she had someone else who would be relying on her soon. Sure, Carl often sought guidance and comfort from her, but for the most part he was rather self sufficient. He would even wander off at random times to find some time to himself, like he had now, leaving December to find some peace for herself. Before she knew it her lips were meeting with icy water, taking in the cool liquid to sate her parchedness.

With a swish of her tail and when satisfied she lifted her head, letting the cool moonlight of late Orangemoon wash over her body; giving it a slight blue tint. Steel eyes looked out into the open calmly, thoughtfully, wondering where exactly she would go next. She could always go back and curl up next to the winged beast who had taken her heart for his, or she could simply remain here and enjoy the evening ambience for a little longer. All she knew was that something was keeping her up, keeping her out and about and to this place, as if something important were to happen tonight. December often brushed aside such thoughts of intuition due to lack of logic, but perhaps because of her pregnancy hormones, she had decided to give in just this once. Only time would tell if her feeling had been correct, or if it had all been utter hogwash.
 
 
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#2


Memories. Memories danced and played in the mare's mind tonight, refusing to allow her to sleep. And what for? Why now? The chocolate and cream colored mare had tried and tried, but her memories from her earlier days here in Helovia seemed to begin to haunt her. It was almost as if her mind was trying to tell her something that she had yet to recognize. Like one of the memories was of her first hours in Helovia. She was running away from the wingless radicals and ran into two wingless on accident. One of them was a mare who was called December and the other she couldn't remember - but Isa's stomach would twist and turn at the mere sight of them. Then Hector would come in.

Hector...

He was her savior that day - like he was almost every other time they bumped into December - and whisked her away to the heated sands of the Throat. The thought of Hector washed over her mind like a calming potion. But he was gone now, nowhere to be found, and Isa needed to learn how to be her own savior, her own salve, her own means of moving...well...on.

That was why she had come back to Helovia after her year long search for him. She needed to...no...wanted to stop running from things and face them. Perhaps that was what these dreams were about. Was it time for her to find this December who, that Isa now realized was merely only ever trying to help and care for her, and make amends? Was that why she had left the Throat and flew through the night sky? But how was she ever to find one wingless mare in this world of Helovia? She couldn't even find Hector after a year of searching, what would make December any much easier? And would the mare even want to patch up their sketchy relationship?

Teal eyes looked over the terrain as she flew over the sea and then the Heart Caves until finally she came over the Thistle Meadow. Isara didn't know how long she had spent under the silvery glow of the moon - she had lost track of the time long ago. But no matter what the time was she couldn't believe her eyes at first when she spotted a silvery blue tinted figure up ahead. Granted she wasn't sure if it was the mare from her past, it could have easily been someone who just merely looked like her. Nonetheless Isara began her descent and landed and tucked her large wings almost silently a small distance behind the large figure. And there was no lie on the large fact. Whomever it was was either really fat or with child (though Isara wouldn't know what that looked like) as they waddled about the best they could.

"December?" Isara's matured voice quietly called out questioningly as she silently moved a little closer, leaving a decent amount of distance between December and her in case she scared the mare. Besides Isa wasn't even sure if it was December so in case it wasn't the space was there to be as a sort of polite way of keeping her distance.

"SPEECH"
NOTES; ugh what is it with words lately? sorry for the rambliness. @December

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#3

DECEMBER
& this is Carl


Perhaps intuition was something to take into consideration after all. The sound of wings flapping were distant at first, but soon the reverberations grew in volume as they closed in on the soon-to-be mother. Without a second thought she turned, ready to pounce on any enemy that should try to maim her, only to find someone she never thought she would see again. The words upon her lips solidified who it was, and it caused shivers to run along her spine. Her mind began to whirl, to try and process her thoughts and understand just what exactly was happening. It was her, and yet it wasn't, for she was too large and graceful, no longer gangling with wings that barely fit her shoulders. No, she was a woman, her chocolate and white mix bodice curved in all the right places, and her face showing just what she has truly experienced here since the beginning of her journey in Helovia.

The first reaction December had was to cry, to smile because Isara had actually remembered her name. But the tears remained unseen as she steeled herself, ready for anything. She had open her heart too many times to this girl, this little angel she had come to cherish so much for unbeknownst reasons; there was no need for her to subject herself to such anguish again. And so she remained poised, calm and collected with that serious expression, the one of pure gentleness she once wore for her non-existent in this predicament. She did not deserve- no, didn't need such a composure during conversation. She had chosen how she felt about December, and she had accepted it long ago. Yet why did her heart beat so much faster when she watched her move, why did her body so badly yearn to reach out to her, to caress those teal accented cheeks and embrace her like a long lost love.

What possessed her to hold such a strong feeling towards this girl, the one who cowered at the sight of her and even tried to hurt her. Why did she seek the approval of a fucking foal? She wasn't a foal anymore no, but in the mare's eyes that's what she would always be. Whether it be because she clung too hard to her past because it was all she could ever know, or if her stubborn desire to be accepted and loved by someone who utterly refused to do so drove her to remain where she was instead of turning away. She couldn't speak to her, not a single word can leave her lips, and so she stared with wide, shocked steel eyes, not even knowing where to begin. Her train wreckage of thoughts were halted when a startling kick brought her back to her senses. Without another thought she turned her ashy maw to her side, tenderly kissing the flesh and crooning softly. Her elevated emotions had startled the baby, had caused the thing to kick out, and all December could do was hope that the little one could feel her comfort and reassurance through her skin and into the womb.

This thought now was what calmed her down, brought the logic back to the front of her mind and make her realize where her priorities were. Miykael and their unborn child; those were her two main concerns at this moment. She couldn't let this reckless emotion and desire for a new life with Isara ruined what she had now. If only she knew how much she had destroyed her, how much love she had poured into her or attempted to, and to have it deflected away as if it were the worst thing to receive changed an someone's entire life view. Swallowing hard she rapidly blinked, trying to find herself again and to place herself on firm footing. Once she completed this task she cleared her throat, taking one step forward (only one because that was all the courage she could muster), before speaking in the monotone,"Hello Isara. It certainly has been a while now. You've grown quite a bit." How much she wanted to say more, to ask all the questions a prying mother would, but she was silent, anxiously awaiting the painted's response.

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#4


At first it seemed like December didn't know what to do once she realized that it was Isara that had called her name. Her steely gaze washed over Isa's hide as she took in everything. Even Isa could feel it and although feelings from her past simmered softly beneath her skin, that was where they stayed. The young mare had learned both with Hector and while searching for Hector that not all wingless were bad. In fact, she learned that many of them were rather...nice, is how she would try to put it. Not great because she still had to deal with her past experiences...but she supposed she would have to deal with those for the rest of her life more than likely. But they were certainly nice and she figured that December was probably one of the nice ones despite what had all happened.

As the silence passed Isara's head seemed to lower slightly and her eyes softened. Thoughts rushed through her mind as she looked onward to December, unsure of what would happen next. Would December even say anything? Would she be angry, sad, happy? Or would she be afraid as much as she was nervous? Ears pricked forwards as December's next course of action seemed to grasp Isara's attention. She...she kissed her side? Isara's head cocked slightly as she didn't quite understand what it was all about. Where she had come from there were no other foals born in the cave...just mothers that had already had their foals and they were captured together because the mothers wouldn't leave their babies. So naturally Isara didn't know how babies were made nor where they came from. Maybe one day she would learn.

Then she moved forward a step...December did and it nearly took the chocolate and cream mare by surprise. With the surprise, the feelings from her past experiences with wingless began to surge forward and take over her body. But she wouldn't allow that to happen. Not this time. Deeply Isara inhaled and then exhaled to calm herself down and force her emotions (and magic) to stay right put. Only when her voice rang out on the air did Isara stop to stare at the swollen mare and a faint smile tried to shine upon her maw as her eyes softened once more. "It has been a while hasn't it?" she softly replied back to December. How on earth was she supposed to apologize to the mare? Just go all out and be 'I'm sorry but I grew up in a cave where wingless tortured and maimed those who had wings and that's why I've acted as such in the past will you ever forgive me?'

No.

However much Isa would apologize and explain she knew ahead of time it would probably be a long road of recovery for the both of them. It would definitely take a lot of effort from both parties if this 'relationship' was ever to be fully patched.

"You've...uhh...well...I mean," Her tongue faltered as she tried to find words that possibly wouldn't offend December. Surely she didn't want to hear that she's grown too (though not quite in the same way as Isa did that's for certain) and surely she didn't want to bring up the past right away (that just has bad time written all over it). Then Isara noticed something...December had called her by name, but she didn't remember ever introducing herself to her. So she turned back to December questioningly, "How...how do you know my name?"

Words fell from her mouth, but they weren't accusatory nor were they laced with any other emotion besides confusion. Like how would someone know your name unless you said it to them...or unless someone else said it to them. But who would have done that? Surely December wasn't ever in the Throat, was she? And if she had been in the Throat then why was she there? It was supposed to be Isa's home, Isa's solace, Isa's sanctuary...which now that she thought about it she had only recently returned there and December was or is supposed to be a good wingless...but still. Just how did she know her name? Isara was curious, almost as curious as to why the grey mare had kissed her side, but perhaps the latter would have to wait until later.

"SPEECH"
NOTES; and here we go...words finally starting to come together somewhat nicely 8D @December

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#5

DECEMBER
& this is Carl


When she spoke there was a smile on her lips. It was perhaps the first one she had ever seen to grace her colorful complexion. Yes, it was tentative and most likely fleeting, but the mere flicker of it caused December's heart to sore. Perhaps there was a chance, a mere inkling that they could have some sort of relationship after all. She stared so intently at her, watching her every move with hope in those steel eyes that maybe there could be something after all. Then the fears came crashing in, the flashes of the past mutilating her fantasy and ripping it to shreds. Those thoughts would never become a reality, not matter how much December wanted them to. So she continued to have the internal battle of conflicted emotions, heart on her sleeve though her mind tried so hard to protect her. She was always a disaster when it came to Isara; she had made her that way, but she would try so damn hard to remove that grip from her heart. She would not be the desperate one anymore. She couldn't be, not when she had a family now.

The tears continued to violently threaten, and it took all of her willpower to keep them at bay. She was to the point of almost shaking as Isara continued, and after her first hesitation the mare couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. She had noticed her fruitful belly, but it seemed she didn't understand what it meant. Taking a soft breath she smiled softly, though her eyes were guarded, and completing one more step towards her she spoke," It seems I've grown as well. That's what happens when you are with child." She laughed again, almost bitterly in seemed, but not because she was to have a baby. It was because she had found a child long ago in the woman she saw today, and she had had her ripped away from her effortlessly. Without a second thought her hopes had been shattered and the dream of loving this girl was nothing but an illusion. That's what December had done. She had created this fantasy all of her own accord, where she and this babe who were one in the same in her mind would live happily ever after. But most stories don't have a happy ending.

The next question that left the younger mare's lips left December stumped. Had she not remembered Hector calling her that in front of her? Perhaps her mind had been so frazzled by the sight of the white lass that everything else had become background noise. So with a snort she tried to smile, tried to mask the pain and conflict she was having with every second that passed by in this happenstance meeting. With a gentle pause between the question, the lass finally spoke, and with a soft dip of her head she spoke rather matter-of-fact,"There were times I had heard Hector mention it. But he also told me what your name was when we met without your presence." 


 
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#6


Softly, a sigh escaped Isa's lungs as December had admitted to the fact that she had grown herself (and taken yet another step towards her). But the reasoning tripped Isa up just as much as seeing December kiss her belly had. So any thoughts or feelings about having a wingless approach her seemed to take a side seat as curiosity began to sit in the driver's seat.

"With child?" Isa's confusion was clearly evident in her voice as it dropped off each word like stones being tossed over a cliff. Her chocolate and cream head cocked to the side as her eyes squinted just slightly. It was almost as if she was trying to peer inside the belly of December. She didn't quite understand what she meant by with child. Was by being around her making December fat? And if so, was it like this for every adult?

Was it why Hector had left? Was he vain enough to worry more about his looks than the child he had taken in? Did he not know what would happen and, when he did realize, took off to get away from Isa? Isa feared she would never know the truth behind his disappearance, let alone see Hector ever again.

December's laughter quieted the barrage of questions and panicked thoughts that threatened to put her over the edge. It was hard enough to keep her composure around wingless she didn't know...but it was proving just as hard (if not harder) to keep her composure around a wingless that she had a history with (and not a good history to boot).

A snort then went through the air as December seemed to force a smile on her face before she continued by explaining how Hector had said her name both when they were around her and when he was with her in private. "He did?" ears fell slightly and her cerulean eyes drifted to the ground in an attempt to hide the pain that filled her at the mere mention of his name aloud. One single hoof shuffled the ground nervously as the young mare tried to formulate her next words within her mind before spitting them out. She didn't want to just spill the beans about Hector to December quite just yet, but it was difficult to hide how she felt and it grew more difficult to control her magic with the emotion she was experiencing. And the last time she lost control around December surely didn't end very well...at least she had control for now.

"He..." she paused slightly and then turned her head to the side before continuing, "He must have trusted you then."

Silence fell upon the two of them and it quickly seemed to turn into an awkward silence that began to eat at Isa like a ticking time bomb. Someone had to say something...and they had to say it soon. A quick glance towards December and seeing a mild look of pain behind her attempt of a mask and guilt washed over Isa like a series of tidal waves. Biting her lip, Isa shot December an apologetic glance before proceeding to break the silence that was beginning to crush her very soul.

"I...uh" she stumbled...but not because she didn't know what she wanted to say, but because the words difficult for her to admit and she had originally wanted to waited a bit before having them hit the air, "Um...well...I...I'm...I mean...err...I'm sorry."

Granted Isa was sorry about many things...but she had not specified what she was sorry about. Now if December were to prod then perhaps she would learn about more of Isa than she would have ever dreamed of learning (or perhaps than she had ever wanted to learn). Or perhaps Isa would clam up and avoid the subject entirely...kind of like what she was doing with the subject of Hector. If December was keen enough though, she would notice Isa's body language and how she didn't refer to him by name. Eventually, December would probably learn everything. It was just a matter of when she would learn.

"SPEECH"
NOTES; @December  

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#7

DECEMBER
& this is Carl


That childlike wonder was back within the younger girl's eyes before December even knew it, causing a nostalgic smile to cross her complexion. That look was one she had always dreamed would appear on Isa's face for her, and now that it was a reality she basked in it gratefully. With her head cocked to the side and eyes squinting at her belly, the ivory lass had to do her best not to start laughing again. It seems Hector had forgotten to teach her a few things. When she felt safe doing so, she spoke again in her usual stoic tones," I'm going to be a mother soon. There's a baby inside of me right now." Her head pointed towards her stomach again gently, tenderly, and a look of love filled her eyes at the sudden thought of her precious foal being born. Her lips found her side again in a tender kiss, before returning her expression back to the girl. She would teach her more if she could, she would show her the world and what lay in it so effortlessly if Isara would only let her. She would care for and cherish and give anything she desired, if it meant that she would just look at her and realize she really wasn't that bad.

Her soul was battered and bruised and tainted with rejection, and every ounce of her wanted to be angry at the winged one for making her feel this way, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. All she could feel was hurt and sadness, and she wanted to make it all go away with a swish of her tail. She knew she couldn't though, she had to remain strong, and yet here she was falling under this girl's spell again as if nothing had ever changed, as if suddenly she would change her mind and they could finally have the relationship December always so desired, and the one that Isara deserved to have. She wouldn't hold her breath though, and so only let the awkward silence ensue until she was pretty sure Isa would explode from discomfort. It was written all over her teal features. Yet as she was about to break it, the chocolate and cream maiden beat her to it.

"He.... He must have trusted you then."

This made her think for a moment, looking down in thought before returning her steel gaze back to her teal one calmly. She supposed she was right; she was trustworthy to an extent with the stallion. Though both of them didn't really talk that often or got along too well, they both had the mutual understanding that they cared for Isara more than anything else. She had been their first priority, and it was with that thought in mind that they had any sort of kinship. In a way it was like they were both surrogate parents, but only one was blessed enough to watch her grow and learn about this world around them. Hector had the gift of seeing her grow from a little foal into a beautiful woman, while December stood on the sidelines and wept for what she couldn't have. How she wanted to hate the man for it, to find him now and kick him in the face for assisting in the torture she endured these past two years; but of course, it would never truly be satisfying. It wasn't his fault really, Isara had chosen him for reasons December might never know, and she had to respect that choice even if it broke her.

The duo-toned princess's discomfort continued it seemed, as if she were having an inner battle with herself. Obviously she had some sort of agenda tonight now that the two had crossed paths once more; it was simply up to her to decide the right way to execute it. The next thing it come out of the maiden's mouth was something December never would have expected. It left her speechless with eyes wide and eyebrows raised upon her white crown. Ears remained pricked towards her, and she stood there for a moment trying to process what she had said. She didn't say what she was entirely sorry for, but based on the history between the two and the look of guilt upon her complexion; the mare assumed it was for many things that happened.

She was calm for now, not sure if she could register entirely just yet how she was feeling about that. Perhaps she was distrusting. Did Isara mean it? Or was she simply saying it because Hector told her how much she had killed December inside, and thus she was attempted to say it for formalities. So before she jumped to any conclusions, before she let her hope steer this conversation away into something far more uncomfortable for the girl, she instead kept an even tone, doing her best to hold back the wavering in it,"I'm afraid I don't know what you're apologizing for." 


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#8

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too

Then one night, as I closed my eyes,
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, "Peter Pan—that's what they call me.
I promise that you'll never be lonely."
And ever since that day...


Confusion washed over Isa's thrice colored face as she listened to December speak about being a mother soon and how a baby was inside her at the moment. Just the mere idea of a baby being within somebody seemed impossible to the young lass, but watching December looking lovingly at her stomach seemed to prove otherwise. Perhaps there was a baby in there, but Isa still had to grasp the concept of how babies came about so she stared in wonderment for a little while longer until December's loving gaze turned towards herself. With December's gaze Isa's cream colored ears fell slightly - faltering as she didn't expect any sort of expression from December after what she had done - and she brought her extended neck and head back towards her body. Her confused and curious expression now switched out with a look of embarrassment, Isa didn't know what to say or how to react to how December looked at her. She had so many questions to ask...but with the way December looked at her right now she didn't know if she should. It felt...weird... to have someone look at her in such a way. Obviously, Isa wasn't used to such attention from someone (other than Hector that is) as she continued to turn her head away to break eye contact.

Then December spoke saying she didn't seem to understand what Isa was apologizing for and Isa's cerulean eyes turned towards the ground. What was she to say? What was she to do? How was she going to tell December what all she was going to apologize for? Where would she even begin? Perhaps it would be best to just apologize for the whole magic thing that happened before the flood? Perhaps it would be best just to start from the beginning and work on through the rest? Perhaps she should just say she's sorry and not explain anything and run off back to the Throat? Oh how that tempted her so. Feeling the warm sands beneath her seemed so appealing right now, but Isa knew she couldn't leave here without officially patching things up with December as least slightly and Isa had a feeling that running off would only hurt her more.

And Isa was done with hurting December.

A sigh escaped from her lungs before she began in a calm but yielding voice, "For everything," Isa's sorrowful eyes looked towards December now as she turned her head back towards the mare before hesitating on her own tidal waves of thoughts, "For in the threshold. For before the flood. For everything."

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day...


Tears threatened to cascade down her cheeks as her emotions were beginning to become raw as Isa started to lose composure...and with it her magic. Minute red crystals began to grow from the ground around her as she began to lose control over her emotions and her magic. Isa's eyes widened slightly as she noticed what was happening and if December listened close enough she could hear Isa mutter out the word no along with a gasp. She didn't want this to happen. Didn't want to do this again in front of December. Didn't want to lose control again. After all the training she had done while searching for Hector only to have it lost to her while confronting December and her past at the same time. What was it with December that caused such things to happen? Why was it always her?

Why?!

Don't let anything concern you to the point where you are dying spiritually. You are never alone. There will always be someone willing to help you, guide you, teach you, listen to you. All you have to do is recognize those people when they are in front of you. The words from a stallion she met outside of Helovia echoed within her mind suddenly and Isa inhaled quickly as her eyes flashed up to December.

December had always been there.

December had always wanted to help her.

December had always wanted to guide her.

Teach her.

And even now December was listening to her despite what had all happened in the past.

Just as quickly as the Zincite crystals had started growing they stopped so they remained small shards of crystals that could easily be walked over if need be. Ashamed of what happened, Isa looked away and silence rang throughout the night air as the two stood there in the meadow. That is until Isa forced herself to break it like someone throwing fine china to the floor.

"You never really stood a chance back then," her voice was soft, but audible to December, "At the threshold I mean. I..." she struggled through her muddled and chaotic thoughts but she slowly found her way through them, "I don't know what all happened then with the cave thing...but my mum," Tears started to fall down her cheeks but surprisingly her magic didn't ensue so she continued, "My mum and I...and others were kept in a cave by those without wings," Isa let that last sentence hang in the air before adding on to the story, "They took people's wings away and tortured everybody. They..." Her voice hitched for a minute as she pushed herself to continue. December had to know why things went the way they did. December had to know why Isa had acted the way she did, "They even killed mum in front of me as we all tried to escape. She's why I made it out."

Grief that she had thought she had gotten over long ago racked through her as she confided her past with December. Her body trembled under the anxiety that coursed through her. "That," her voice was shaky as she fought against the tears that seemed to now rain upon the ground, "was the first and last time I ever saw my mum."

Isa would have tried to go on right then and there but she figured she would attempt to give herself some time to compose herself and to allow December time to mull over what she had thrown out in the air. How December would react, Isa didn't know but surely she wasn't one of those radical wingless equines. That much Isa knew now and hopefully December would at least try to understand. Isa needed December to try to understand. After all, December had tried multiple times in the past to help or get to know Isa, but Isa was blind to those attempts back then. It wasn't until just now that Isa realized just how much December seemed to care about the lost and frail and scared little girl she met in the threshold oh so long ago and Isa could only dream of doing such a thing. Maybe she would one day work past her bruised, bent, and battered soul enough to do such a thing, but first she had to fix the wounds that ate her up and that all had to start with working past her own problems...and fixing up the wounds that she probably inflicted upon December due to her own mess of a life.

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy," they say to me,
"Away from all of reality."

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free


"SPEECH"
NOTES; oh boy...o.o that got long... @December
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DECEMBER
& this is Carl


It was like a haze when the words finally came from her lips. They didn't register entirely because the reality of her actually saying what December had been dreaming she'd say hadn't entirely sunk in yet. Steel eyes only looked into hers in shock more than anything else. Before she could do much else her body began to tremble, to shake and quiver and fill to the brim with all of the pent up emotion she had been harboring all of these years. She could no longer stand, could no longer keep up the facade of strength she had been holding for it wasn't there to hold her up anymore. Her knees hit the ground as tears followed suit, sobs wracking her larger frame as it all washed out before she could stop it. It was an ugly cry, not the beautiful kind that most ladies held when finally expressing their emotions. Her face was contorted and there was spittle all over, snot beginning to drip from her nostrils and she couldn't stop it nor did she really care. Her face was in the snow, embracing the icy cold against the intense heat of her salty tears as she wept and wept and wept.

How her heart had been lifted, how it had begun to soar into the sky and dance a jig of glee as her mortal form remain crumbled in the cold beneath, still shaking and sweating from the intense emotion. Was this truly reality or a mere illusion her pregnant brain her formed from the intense hormones swelling within her. Had she finally been granted one of her biggest wishes, had the Gods answered her prayers? Part of her still couldn't believe as the cries left her, as her body rejected all of the negativity and hurt that had weighed her down this entire time. She was so involved in her own emotional hurricane that she didn't notice Isara's own; didn't notice the rocks forming at her feet or sense the tears upon her dainty cheeks. She didn't even acknowledge the woman's existence until hesitant, gut wrenching words were escaping those fair lips so.

It was then she looked up, tear-brimmed eyes watching the little girl she had fallen in love with so long ago lose her own composure, breaking down and finally revealing everything December had been asking herself every night before she went to sleep. As she spoke her heart squeezed and twisted, tears still falling but face clearing up of mucus and saliva as she wiped it clean on the ground. Soon her massive bulk was up again, standing and watching as her precious girl revealed everything, told everything despite the pain it caused her. And soon her body was moving, staggering because of the mental exhaustion, towards the duo-toned lady with the utmost eagerness to finally embrace her. She closed the distance, muzzle finding soft mane and pressing into it so fiercely, protectively as her broad chest pushed itself against hers in a loving embrace. Her neck moved over hers, lips kissing her neck and eyes closing to savor everything that this was because it was something she feared she could never do again.

Isara might reject her; might push her away and scream and kick but right now the lass didn't care. She couldn't stand to see her cry, couldn't stand to see that lonely expression in those beautiful eyes any longer. She wanted to make her troubles go away like she always had before, the difference this time was that she might actually be allowed to. Her lips kissed any inch of skin she could find, soft whickers leaving her to comfort her adopted child and letting the tears soak her coat. The winged maiden had opened the door, and there was no way December was going to let it close again. She would let her fierce love flood through now in everything she did; she would try to embrace Isara every day and tell her how much she loved her. She would apologize for every single asshole that helped in the murder of her mother if it meant that she could see a pretty smile on her face. Whether the Throat girl liked it or not, she was now her child, and the ivory lass would stop at nothing to lose her again.

After all this time she was finally able to find her words, choking back the sobs and sniffles she crooned into her skin, eyes closed and body imprinting this moment in her mind so as to never forget it," You have nothing to be sorry for beloved. I'm sorry for not understanding before. If I would have known-" She swallowed hard, choking back the tears and taking a deep breath before continuing," If I would have known baby... I would have kept my distance. I would have offered you the space you needed. I am so sorry that... that I terrified you so." With that she was crying again, sobbing into the girl she had ruined and terrified, whose life she had scarred unintentionally, yet still had done so much damage. She was so stupid for not seeing this, for not understanding, and it broke her heart when she realized that she was part of the problem too. Her mind was frazzled, no longer able to focus, and so all she did was hang on to Isara tighter, praying and hoping that she would just let her and accept her fervent apologies.



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Tears. They fell from Isa's blue-green eyes and rained upon the ground that was marred by piles of white icy ash as the young lass stood there shaking beneath the weight of her fears and sorrows. Her tears were hot and salty as she cried quietly away from December who was also crying on her own. Isa couldn't watch her however as December fell to the ground and buried her face into the snow as if it would make everything disappear.

But it didn't.

Guilt wrapped around the Isa's heart and began to squeeze much like a snake would to its prey. She had done this. It was her fault that December was crying. It was her that had hurt December so. And it was probably her fault that Hector left too. Everything...EVERYTHING was because of her. She was the reason her mother was captured, tortured, maimed and ultimately killed. She was the reason why December was crying now. She was the reason for everything.

Everything.

With her head hung low, Isa began to feel herself spiral from within. Slowly but surely she was falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of depression. Thoughts ran wildly through her head. Thoughts about death. Thoughts about who would all miss her if she chose to runaway right this very moment and never return. Thoughts about how everything would keep on moving on whether she existed or not.

And was that not true?

Whether Isa lived or died at this very second, the sun would rise come morning. The birds would return come birdsong. The trees would grow and shed their leaves. Seasons would pass, time would move forward, generations would pass by and eventually her name would be lost within history.

And the world would go round and round.

A glazed look began to form over her face as she fell deeper and deeper into her hole. She was so disconnected from the present that she didn't even notice December come towards her. Didn't even flinch when December reached for her. Didn't even respond to December's embrace or kisses. It was almost as if December was interacting with a ghost of the girl she had tried to love so long ago. What expression Isa's eyes may have held mere minutes before seemed to slowly fade away, giving into a nothingness that now claimed them.  Her body, other than her breath, grew still and unwavering.

The poor thing was dying.

Why did everything have to happen to her? Why did her mother and her have to be in that cave and tortured by those wingless equines? Why did her mother have to die? Why did her mother die and not her? Why did Hector take her in only to disappear in the night? Why did December yearn after her so much? Why? Why couldn't she have lived a normal childhood? Why did she have to endure so much pain in her life already? Why couldn't she just lock everything in a box, shove it into some dark and dusty corner and forget about it once and for all?

Why?

Ears barely even moved as December spoke to her - apologizing for not understanding something she couldn't have possibly known about. Saying how she would have stayed away to allow her the time to heal if she had known. Saying she was sorry for frightening her.

But Isa's mind only half registered what the mare had said for even though the two were standing with their skin touching, it was like December was whole world away. So distant that her voice was merely a whisper on the wind. And despite December grasping to Isa tighter and tighter the girl did nothing for she was no longer there...her body a mere shell of what had once existed.

Then something caught her attention. Ever so slightly Isa's head angled to look at the sky as white little flakes began to gracefully glide to the ground from the clouds above. The sight in itself was beautiful. The moonlight, the water, the snow it was like a scene out of a dream. But to the chocolate and cream young mare the newly falling snow represented something and began to rouse her - began to rise her out of the murky depths from which she had become lost within.

It's so pure, so innocent, so bright and shiny. The voice of her birth mother reverberated within her mind as she awoke.

That's why I named you after it.

Her mother was watching. At least that's what Isa came to believe as she watched the snow fall around them almost on cue to what had taken place here. Granted many more logical explanations stormed her mind, but at this very moment she decided on a whim to believe in the illogical. To believe in the mystical. Her mother was watching and was happy that her daughter was making amends with December and for once in her life, felt a brief sensation of pure joy. However fleeting it may have been, it had still been there and sparked Isa's mind back to life.

Hot and sticky tears poured silently from her teal eyes as Isa suddenly seemed to become reanimated. Muscles coiled beneath her dual colored skin as she quickly embraced December back with such ferocity and passion that it left her only able to blubber out a few words that made any sense, "He's gone."

Isa pulled away slightly to look at December to see if there was any recognition as to whom she was referring to and after a few minutes to try and recompose herself she gave up and through wavering shallow breaths and salty tears she managed to speak up once more. Though this time her words were more discernible than her previous ones.

"Hector," she spoke his name hesitantly, "He's gone. He left."

"SPEECH"
NOTES; omg my head hurts....x.x @December

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