[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by - to lycoris & hesper on March 11, 2009, 11:48 pm, in reply to "i cried out with no reply - "
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I burn, standing there; my skin ignites and I burn from the inside out, making a concentrated effort to keep the flames from burning out of control, from burning my family; they stay light and harmless, but they burn and purge the pain that floods me in waves from the simple acceptance that Lycoris grants me; she doesn't are that I was gone without a trace, she's simply happy I'm back and shows it in a burst of words that only partially make sense, but I nod and smile and take comfort in the nearness of the only mother I've ever known and her child who, I suppose, technically is my sister.
Funny, I muse; I've never had a little sister. Incendia was older than I was, if only by a few days, and so she always took on the big sister role. I didn't know how to be a little sister, and probably would let her down, but - I steer myself away from that thread of thought and focus on Hesper's face, commiting it to memory as if it wasn't already there. Alluette and Mirage float into memory, distant pieces of the history of the Element granted by the Seed, and I flinch inside; I can see the resemblence in my slim little sister and myself, and all I can do is pray that I do not bring to mind visions of blood and terror.
"I would," I answer quickly, mainly because Lycoris needs to pause to breathe and I glance at Hesper, my new ally, as my flames die away and the vines twisting around my legs receed a little, vaguely frightened by the lightning-quick change in the mare I thought I knew. I blink at her daughter, my head tilting just to the side a little; I can sort of feel Lycoris in my head, because her seer-ness is a little like the Seed's images, which tickle, vaguely (I should've been a scholar, really), and so I refrain from thinking outright what I really want to know - what the hell is going on?
So, instead I smile weakly, my fire just a thin sheen of red and gold and indigo over my dark fur, and touch Lycoris and Hesper's cheeks, respectively.
"I'd like that a lot. I never really had a family, you know."
There is no pain, though there could - should - be. There's only a quiet sort of acceptance, a grim flatness to the words that are both honest and heartbreaking in their simplicity.
and barely conscious, you'll say to no one,
"isn't something missing?"
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