Promises Up in Smoke

history is written
by the victors

Copper caught her eye, it gleamed against the darkness she had spent time in. It was catching, and for a second in the light, it looked nearly gold. She had to keep herself from gasping slightly at the sight, hoping that perhaps that brief glance meant that her brother had made it through – that she could see the sun to her moon, her other half again. But when the mare finally stopped to look at that color catching her eye, she was disappointed to see that it wasn’t her brother. But there was still a familiarity with the stranger in the sea glass, something she couldn’t quite figure out.

And so she waited, with Khairi starting to feel a small amount better, he had perched himself somewhere safe while Kiada ventured. They could hardly talk to one another anymore, and she found it hard to continue on throughout the day without Khairi’s guttural voice. But she had to, and she hoped one day she’d hear that sound again.

But today was for bigger, better things. The wound on her chest in a cryptic X marking, oozed a glowing teal liquid with the movement of her approaching this familiar stranger. And upon further inspection, skepticism laced her thoughts as she looked upon the mare. She felt as though she’d heard of this woman before, as if someone had told her something about her, something she didn’t like hearing. But was it actually the creature she thought of? Or had her anger simply made her think that everyone was her enemy?

“Do I know you?” She questioned from behind the mare, head tilting slightly and eyes staring into the mare. She didn’t have time for formalities, with stupid hello’s and how are you’s. She’d learned that it was okay to be blunt and to the point from Isopia, however brief their interaction had been. And she’d liked it better that way.

So she’d give the mare a chance to speak for herself, should she find the need to.

"Talk."

kiada

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