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RE: Tumbling down - Otem - 07-14-2017
@Erthë RE: Tumbling down - Van - 07-14-2017 The colt looked between the two mares, feeling decidedly left out. There was something going on here that he didn't understand, and his rising impatience with them both made it hard to focus on what they were saying. Standing around here, at this place, with trees obscuring the view around them and the endless drizzle from above splattering down upon his skin, was boring. He looked around in search for something to amuse himself with while Otem tried to coax a few more names from the dim reaches of her memory, but all he saw was darkness and damp and a few glowing mushrooms that clung to the branches of the trees. Restless, he shifted from one leg to the other, grimacing wildly when the twitching of his muscles began again. From time to time it just came over him, just like the way he sometimes couldn't get his legs to work in the morning, and the only good thing about it was that it didn't hurt. Not really. But it was darn annoying, and it looked ridiculous when it was his face that twitched. "Why don't you tell her your parent's names instead" he suggested absently, when the pauses between the names grew longer and the quiet hope in the heavy-set girl's eyes looked about to go out. He spared his mom a quick glance, as if to ask permission to leave her side - not that he would have listened if she said no - he tripped off to the side and bent over to examine a curious yellow flower, it's bell-shaped blossoms bowing and nodding under the weight of the droplets that cascaded upon them. Was it just him, or did they give off a soft jingling sound with each swaying curtsy, like distant bells? RE: Tumbling down - Otem - 07-14-2017
@Erthë RE: Tumbling down - Erthë - 07-14-2017 You gotta have the patience and believe you're gonna make it Gotta hold on The sudden stillness of the frost-born mare was like a silent scream of recognition, the familiar names tearing through her like so many burning arrows. Isopia The name sent shards of agony into a bleeding wound that had not even begun to scab over; Erthë's eyes closed in a grimace of sorrow. They had not been close. Many times the little mare had irritated herself on the strange demi-god and her peculiar mind, so inflexible and strict. Whenever they had spoken Erthë found herself gritting her teeth against the desire to scream with frustration, and yet... and yet. To know her dead, to recall the grisly scene of the battling gods where no one ever emerged from the shadows, was painful. It was another family member lost, another hole torn open in her heart, another wound that must bleed within her... Erthë had not known Isopia to be with child. It must have happened sometime during her long absence from the herd. The stallions name was, of course, familiar as well, but hearing Volterra's name spill from Otem's lips did not surprise her as much as she would have guessed. Instead, it turned her mouth into a thin line of disappointment, the long list of names the filly delivered a good indication of how right Volterra had been. He would indeed never be someone she could settle down with, for it seemed he flitted from mare to mare with the same careless abandon as a honey bee in a field of clover. It shocked Erthë to think that Van and Alvah - and apparently Otem too - had so many siblings that even remembering them all was nigh impossible. "Someone ought to neuter that man" she muttered under breath, before turning back to the girl with a strained smile. "Yes, Otem, I recognize their names. Both of them. Isopia is.. was... a long time acquaintance of mine. For a while we even lived in the same herd together, at the World's Edge. It pains me to know that she is gone..." Drawing a deep breath, she pushed away the grief and straightened up. "As for Volterra... I know him too. Very well, as a matter of fact. Van?" Erthë called for her son, who looked up from Otem's flower with an annoyed look on his face. "Come here, and say hello to your older sister." The look of incredulity that spread across the face of the colt was so comical that Erthë nearly burst out laughing. Almost. But in the end all she managed was a tired twitch of the lips that soon faded again. I know you're tired of surviving but you gotta keep on trying Hold on! RE: Tumbling down - Otem - 07-14-2017
@Erthë RE: Tumbling down - Van - 07-14-2017 Reluctantly Van abandoned the flowers, both the original and the one who had so suddenly grown up before his eyes and slapped his nose with rain-wet leaves. The velvety soft muzzle tickled and twitched comically as he sauntered back to the mares, but the new appraising once-over he gave Otem - his sister - was impossible to read. "I have a twin too" he revealed, unusually volunteering the information before anyone could ask. He didn't want to be worse than this tall, pretty stranger, and being connected by blood ties had nothing to do with it. "Alvah. I think you're the first other sibling we've met..." He shrugged. Erthë seemed to think this was an important subject, but personally he was more interested in the bird that perched on Otem's back. Family was a subject he was familiar with already, but this creature was new and vastly more entertaining. When it fluttered off into a tree the bat-winged colt laughed softly and trotted after with his eyes fixed on the animal. If only he could fly too... then he would have been able to follow after it and see what the forest looked like from that elevated position. "What is a 'companion'? Why would it run away if it's a friend? I thought friends were supposed to stick to you always..." It was an interesting subject. The colt seemed surprised by his own curiosity, but for once his mother appeared pleased and even nodded encouragingly at him, her pale eyes turning back towards Otem as if to give the girl a chance to answer him first. That made sense, of course. Someone who already had one of these 'companions' would obviously know more about them than someone who did not. And as far as Van knew, his mother had never had anyone trail after her aside from himself and Alvah. RE: Tumbling down - Otem - 07-15-2017
@Erthë RE: Tumbling down - Erthë - 07-15-2017 You gotta have the patience and believe you're gonna make it Gotta hold on Erthë smiled faintly at her son's grimace. Knowing him - and she thought she was beginning to understand their personalities now, as they gradually took shape before her eyes - the boy would not make much effort towards that end, but rather pretend he knew who everyone was until he had no other choice but to remember. The child was lazy, loath to go out of his way for anything... unless he was so bored that it was more bothersome to stay still than to move. Not exactly a quality she admired, but at least she knew where she had him most of the time. "I never had the pleasure to bond myself, and Van was born on this side of the Portal... I hardly think any of the creatures in here would be fit to share your mind with" she said, and wrinkled her nose in distaste. "I am sorry to hear about Volterra's dragon though. I hope it will return eventually... and that your own regain it's health." For a while she watched as Van stretched and reared and nearly clambered up the trunk of the tree in his efforts to poke the owl. But eventually the little mare found herself growing restless, uncomfortable with remaining in the same place for so long. Who knew what eyes might rest on them while they stood here chatting, as if it was the World's Edge forest and the grace of the Moon still warded them from harm. It was not, and the goddess was dead, and both of these facts made her call her son back to her side with a gesture of the wing. "We are heading back to the Portal" she said, returning back to Otem. "Volterra and a large portion of your kin were there last time I saw them, so if you'd like to meet up with them you are welcome to join us." She hoped the girl would. It would leave a bad taste on the tongue to go on without her, and Erthë shuddered to think what Volterra would say about his daughter roaming these woods alone. This was not Helovia. As if anyone ever needed to be reminded of that. I know you're tired of surviving but you gotta keep on trying Hold on! @Otem I'm feeling done here, you can go ahead and fade out if you wish :) Or I can close it with Van after you've posted, whichever you prefer. |