Scint River
08-14-2017, 04:54 AM
She dances over the landscape, moving wildly and without care. She is broken, but she is free. She is deaf, yet she still feels. She is unsure when this feeling of loss will fall away, but for now she attempts to learn from it and live with it. The rain has finally stopped falling, and she relishes the moment, happy to feel dry air take the place of the heavy wetness that had seeped into her fur. She has searched high and low for her daughter, praying that she had made it through the portal. Her heart had ached every moment since they had been thrust into this new land that she wasn’t reunited with her daughter. She had parted ways with Mesec, and though she wanted him by her side once more, there was something that overtook her. The bond between mother and child was a hard one to ignore.
But there was still much for her and Mesec to discuss. Mesec had sired more children. Though Ki’irha felt ridiculous thinking that she would have been the only mare to join with him, she was still somehow hurt. Especially with how she has finally defined the warmth within her as love, it just makes the sting that much deeper.
Nothing is ever left to stagnate in the rift. Yet again, she arrives at the right place, not a minute late, and she slows her pace as she approaches the bodies gathered along the bank of the river. She watches attentively as Kisamoa moves with purpose, always staying just out of reach of the current, and he lines the banks with macabre torches. Eyes follow his movements, and silver gaze notices how many have joined her to watch the incoming unknown. She recognizes few faces, but eyes freeze upon one. Her entire body stiffens, her ears press forward, her brows furrow. Tears well within her eyes, and even though the vision of the girl grows blurry within her swimming vision, she knows.
“Vesper,” she breathes, stepping forward, slowly at first, until she is running. She is there quickly, no mind paid to those who may stand close by, and she throws her neck around her daughters, pushing close to her. “Oh Vesper, my beautiful girl. I’ve been looking for you. I wasn’t sure if you had made it.” She squeezes her eyes shut, breathing in her daughter’s scent, releasing her first sigh of relief since entering this place. Slowly the starlit woman pulls away, steps back a single step, and looks down at the girl. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find you sooner.” She reaches forward again, if the girl would let her, to plant a single gentle kiss right below her horn. Though her world is quiet, inside she is painted in vivid colors and warm light. “I cannot hear, so I am sorry if we cannot discuss all that needs to be said.”
Eyes drop to the young girls who stand beside Vesper, and a smile touches upon her lips. Like dawn and dusk, they stand together beside their starstruck sister, like perfect book ends. Perhaps these are the other children Mesec had brought to this world. It is bittersweet, seeing those who she can only assume sprang from his union with another, yet she finds joy knowing that he will not feel the loss of losing a child.
She turns her eyes away then, finally able to break her gaze upon her family, and looks back to the river. It pulses, rises, churns, and appears to grow angrier. She stays away from the water, not needing a warning to know it wasn’t a good idea to step within the ripping tides. Shifting her body absentmindedly closer to her daughter, she waits with the rest, knowing that she was finally here, and nothing could tear her away again.
How rare and beautiful it is that we even exist
@Vesper Sorry it's not the best
