Scint River
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VARUNA
The earth-filly's voice grows more stern, more biting, and more tears drip down your face. The muscles in your jaw play like piano keys hidden in your cheeks, grinding your teeth til the flesh is sore. Mismatched eyes lock onto the filly as though they could freeze anything in their path, your anger building. "He's a liar!" You plead, flaring your wings to emphasize your point. Tingles races up and down your spine as your magic gains strength. Your brain feels light and full of static and the feather in your mane begins to zap violently against your skin. You hate being scolded. You hate being told that you're wrong. She doesn't understand! "He ate my mum and all she did was protect what she loves!" Maybe you were foolish to try to sabotage the shadow-god-demon's ritual or whatever it is he is doing, but if he smites you what difference does it make? Why are you even here? That makes you want to hurt her. You don't know why you're here more than any of the rest of them do. How could mere mortals, let alone children, understand the grand workings of magical beings thousands of years older than themselves? You are alone and confused and have no direction, and the question makes your innards boil. Frustrated and overwhelmed, you try to butt your forehead into her shoulder again; it seemed to get her attention the first time. Another voice rises into the mix and you hardly care. It tells you to hush but why should you? She can't tell you what to do. You level your gaze onto Zahra when Otem shares the sentiment. Suddenly your hatred for the gold-flecked filly is forgotten as you aim your tiny rage at the older mare. Perhaps they can join forces in their defiance for a moment. The black mare asks where your parents are. You feel like volcano ready to blow. She reaches out to touch you, nudge you forward like you are still some babe! This infuriates you. You lash out with a nip, and your magic reaches out to suck her dry now, instead. Let them be, comes a fourth voice. With a pout, you glare at the black mare and move to stand beside Otem... because even though she yelled at you you find a bit of courage in the taller filly. and calm your heart, the dark is still the dark |
@Otem @Zahra
