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06-26-2017, 06:19 AM
What did the dragonmare see?
She looked upon him, his thin, ruined frame, the awkward way in which he walked, without truly registering, truly recognising the existence of such afflictions. No, she saw only the stallion as her mind had built him up to be, as the legends wrote him, as the stories and histories and lores whispered.
He was Mauja, theFrostHeart Frozen Light, the redeemer, the ascended, the… the…
He was Mauja.
Thoughts trickled by, both too fast to make note of them all but some also sluggishly slow, as if the simplest of observations (a stallion walking towards you) took all her brainpower to process. Wasn't it meant to be easier to process thoughts, to think rationally, when one's emotions were dead and gone?
But Amaris wasn't thinking without emotion, not truly. She had a thought, but then something seemed to swallow that thought up, to wash it clean of all emotion, and feeling, and empathy and then spew it back out again, for her 'rational' mind to try and discern.
And she couldn't.
It created a backlog, a fog, a traffic jam in her mind, as the thoughts queued up, waiting to be processed, unable to be, because the world was ending and Mauja was here and apparently that was enough to break her, to destroy her.
Maybe the world ending was enough to do all that, and Mauja just so happened to be here to see it unravel.
Dramyrth tried, but his bondmate's mind was closed to him, a wall of thoughts, jumbled and confused, lost and found, warring for attention all at once but also disappearing the moment she tried to choose just one to focus on. He couldn't make sense of it, couldn't help, so he simply stayed perched, bent over her, hoping, clinging, praying she would come through this whole, his Amaris.
All the while, she looked at the spotted stallion, the Frozen Light, blinking robotically, observing him yet not really seeing him at the same time.
Her eyes closed a heartbeat longer than a normal wink would warrant, and upon opening, he was seemingly suddenly closer to her, almost by her side. Her tiara turned, pointing her nose back out over the edge of the world, over the ocean, the waves, the rocks.
He was the embodiment of her mental state: fragile, wasted, burning from the inside out, shuddering against the effort to stay upright, to stay conscious.
The world is ending…
'Storm's coming,' the words demanded her attention, though they were delivered on quiet, gentle tones. They acted as something of a focal point, an anchor, a trail of crumbs to follow back to home, for the dragonmare.
Her nearest ear flicked, her eyes pulled away from their unfocused view of the world beyond, though only for a moment - the allure of the waves beneath was too much. She found a strange solace there, watching the waves rise, watching them fill with strength, peak and reach their prime, before they crumbled, shattered, and spread their pale, foamy fingers out across the rocks below.
It was easy to watch the waves. They were both unpredictable and predictable, from this height, from this vantage point. Very occasionally, the spray would rise higher than normal against the rocky coast of their home, and the wind would deliver a light spattering of miniscule salty droplets upon her nose.
She could almost convince herself that the Goddess was still present, when that happened.
But she wasn't.
The world is ending…
"Yes." Abruptly, the word sprang to life, a response to those spoken however long ago it was now - she could no longer count time, no longer cared to, currently she simply didn't had the mental capacity to. It was delivered in dry, broken tones, and as she said it, she tasted the tears as they dripped over her nose and upon her lips.
She was crying.
Why am I crying?
The world is ending…
Oh.
Her brow furrowed, a frown creasing her forehead, as she blinked against the her brain-fog, as she fought to stay focussed, to stay here, with Mauja, (why is Mauja here?), asking too many questions and yet none at all, knowing only one thing.
"The world is ending…" a wisp, a murmur, a barely breathed thought, the one that was echoing about her mind finally came to air.
Everything else in her mind went eerily silent after that, as she stood, watching the waves crash on the rocks below, over and over again.
She looked upon him, his thin, ruined frame, the awkward way in which he walked, without truly registering, truly recognising the existence of such afflictions. No, she saw only the stallion as her mind had built him up to be, as the legends wrote him, as the stories and histories and lores whispered.
He was Mauja, the
He was Mauja.
Thoughts trickled by, both too fast to make note of them all but some also sluggishly slow, as if the simplest of observations (a stallion walking towards you) took all her brainpower to process. Wasn't it meant to be easier to process thoughts, to think rationally, when one's emotions were dead and gone?
But Amaris wasn't thinking without emotion, not truly. She had a thought, but then something seemed to swallow that thought up, to wash it clean of all emotion, and feeling, and empathy and then spew it back out again, for her 'rational' mind to try and discern.
And she couldn't.
It created a backlog, a fog, a traffic jam in her mind, as the thoughts queued up, waiting to be processed, unable to be, because the world was ending and Mauja was here and apparently that was enough to break her, to destroy her.
Maybe the world ending was enough to do all that, and Mauja just so happened to be here to see it unravel.
Dramyrth tried, but his bondmate's mind was closed to him, a wall of thoughts, jumbled and confused, lost and found, warring for attention all at once but also disappearing the moment she tried to choose just one to focus on. He couldn't make sense of it, couldn't help, so he simply stayed perched, bent over her, hoping, clinging, praying she would come through this whole, his Amaris.
All the while, she looked at the spotted stallion, the Frozen Light, blinking robotically, observing him yet not really seeing him at the same time.
Her eyes closed a heartbeat longer than a normal wink would warrant, and upon opening, he was seemingly suddenly closer to her, almost by her side. Her tiara turned, pointing her nose back out over the edge of the world, over the ocean, the waves, the rocks.
He was the embodiment of her mental state: fragile, wasted, burning from the inside out, shuddering against the effort to stay upright, to stay conscious.
The world is ending…
'Storm's coming,' the words demanded her attention, though they were delivered on quiet, gentle tones. They acted as something of a focal point, an anchor, a trail of crumbs to follow back to home, for the dragonmare.
Her nearest ear flicked, her eyes pulled away from their unfocused view of the world beyond, though only for a moment - the allure of the waves beneath was too much. She found a strange solace there, watching the waves rise, watching them fill with strength, peak and reach their prime, before they crumbled, shattered, and spread their pale, foamy fingers out across the rocks below.
It was easy to watch the waves. They were both unpredictable and predictable, from this height, from this vantage point. Very occasionally, the spray would rise higher than normal against the rocky coast of their home, and the wind would deliver a light spattering of miniscule salty droplets upon her nose.
She could almost convince herself that the Goddess was still present, when that happened.
But she wasn't.
The world is ending…
"Yes." Abruptly, the word sprang to life, a response to those spoken however long ago it was now - she could no longer count time, no longer cared to, currently she simply didn't had the mental capacity to. It was delivered in dry, broken tones, and as she said it, she tasted the tears as they dripped over her nose and upon her lips.
She was crying.
Why am I crying?
The world is ending…
Oh.
Her brow furrowed, a frown creasing her forehead, as she blinked against the her brain-fog, as she fought to stay focussed, to stay here, with Mauja, (why is Mauja here?), asking too many questions and yet none at all, knowing only one thing.
"The world is ending…" a wisp, a murmur, a barely breathed thought, the one that was echoing about her mind finally came to air.
Everything else in her mind went eerily silent after that, as she stood, watching the waves crash on the rocks below, over and over again.
Amaris
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No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
