Well she had a kid and she was already repeating the sins of her own mother. Were children doomed to follow the same patterns? Make the same mistakes? Perhaps this was all she was good for. The second child. Second best. Tained, impure and failing at her attempts to become something in this world. She had an advantage given her lineage, and even that was not enough to make her something great. Aithniel had forgotten the face of her father, and thus she stood at the highest peak, trying to bask in his glory to set things right.
Maybe she was just hoping for some divine intervention.
Wings tucked tightly to her side, she rested at the edge of the world, front hooves dangling over the sheer drop. SO what if she fell? She could fly. The sun relentlessly reflected off of her pale coat, warming her to her core, and she liked to think she was absorbing some of her father’s grace by meditating up so high. The clouds were her friends and no one could look at her with the disappointment she already felt for herself tenfold. If her potential was a mountain, her self esteem was a rock.
A shadow blotted out the sun and she squinted for a moment, seeing a familiar, massive wing span burning with fire. Unlike her father, this shadow was dark, a black mass against the sky and getting ever closer. Aithniel scraped to her hooves, brows furrowed. What was Gaucho doing here? She couldn’t honestly remember the last time she had seen him venture so far from the Dragon’s Throat. It was mildly concerning, as was his state.
Every muscular plane and divot of his body was covered in sweat, and he didn’t skip a beat as he approached. She furrowed her brows as he licked his lips, and her silver, stony gaze swept over him, finding him in an unusual state of disorganized messiness. Though… she had to admit… it was an attractive messiness. Aithniel couldn’t deny she had always felt attracted to him. He was the father figure she craved and the man whose attention was what she desired. Powerful, strong, a fighter and and leader.
She had craved him from the moment she laid eyes on him, but he had chosen the older more established warriors. Honestly, she never imagined that he would see her as more than a child.
”Gaucho?” she asked, her tone firm but curious. ”Are you okay?” Unafraid, she took a step forward, ash raining from her body like an apocalyptic storm.
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