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Ivezho
"Mai."
The word was breathed through lips that couldn't quite grasp what the eyes were seeing. They were stolen by the wind, spoken to no-one, for he was flying overheard, wings spread wide, drinking the warmth, revelling in the southern climes, while the rest of Helovia faced snowstorms and bitter, cold nights.
How long ago was it since he had seen her? Held her?
He had been shorter than her then, with wings just growing used to flight. It had been a meeting, a gathering - they had just returned to the herd, from the trip where he had followed her, helpless and young, unable to refuse. They had left his brother behind, his father, his family, all except her. And when they had returned, he had been so filled with shame and remorse, that he hadn't been able to face his brother, his herd, for long - he was a stranger in his own home, and so he had left them again, to try and find himself. It had worked - but surely, if she had just let him be, had let him grow there properly and find himself there, he never would have left…
He almost wished he didn't love her now, for surely he wouldn't approach her.
Was it her fault? Or his own? Had she injected him with an incurable wanderlust, an urge to explore that could only be cured by doing just that, over and over, until one became so lost, so estranged, that there was nothing left for him at the place he longed to call "home"? Why had he wandered - had it been to find himself, or to find her?
He had found her now, so why was he so reluctant to approach her, to face her, to press her for answers, to cry and tell her how much he loved her, missed her, wanted her to come home?
He landed, at the edge of the patch of loam she had chosen to drop her head and graze at. Viridian eyes trawled the surroundings, checking for any threats, any reason or cause for her to be here - any cause for her to have disappeared in the first place. So much had happened - he had more siblings now, countless, and none of them had her as a mother. He had grown too - more and more into the shadow of his father, though his frame was lighter in hue and posture thanks to the genetics her thin, fine stature donated. He looked to her then, directly, facing her, unsure of what to do, what to say.
"Mai," he said again, simply, softly. Mother, his eyes begged, where have you been?
The word was breathed through lips that couldn't quite grasp what the eyes were seeing. They were stolen by the wind, spoken to no-one, for he was flying overheard, wings spread wide, drinking the warmth, revelling in the southern climes, while the rest of Helovia faced snowstorms and bitter, cold nights.
How long ago was it since he had seen her? Held her?
He had been shorter than her then, with wings just growing used to flight. It had been a meeting, a gathering - they had just returned to the herd, from the trip where he had followed her, helpless and young, unable to refuse. They had left his brother behind, his father, his family, all except her. And when they had returned, he had been so filled with shame and remorse, that he hadn't been able to face his brother, his herd, for long - he was a stranger in his own home, and so he had left them again, to try and find himself. It had worked - but surely, if she had just let him be, had let him grow there properly and find himself there, he never would have left…
He almost wished he didn't love her now, for surely he wouldn't approach her.
Was it her fault? Or his own? Had she injected him with an incurable wanderlust, an urge to explore that could only be cured by doing just that, over and over, until one became so lost, so estranged, that there was nothing left for him at the place he longed to call "home"? Why had he wandered - had it been to find himself, or to find her?
He had found her now, so why was he so reluctant to approach her, to face her, to press her for answers, to cry and tell her how much he loved her, missed her, wanted her to come home?
He landed, at the edge of the patch of loam she had chosen to drop her head and graze at. Viridian eyes trawled the surroundings, checking for any threats, any reason or cause for her to be here - any cause for her to have disappeared in the first place. So much had happened - he had more siblings now, countless, and none of them had her as a mother. He had grown too - more and more into the shadow of his father, though his frame was lighter in hue and posture thanks to the genetics her thin, fine stature donated. He looked to her then, directly, facing her, unsure of what to do, what to say.
"Mai," he said again, simply, softly. Mother, his eyes begged, where have you been?
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