let's hear the sound of madness

swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea

It’s like the tide, like the sea, with its swells and lows. Through the rush of the blood in her ears she hardly hears the girl, and when the spasms subside, she is left with a dull, vitriolic pang, a burgeoning nausea in the pit of her stomach, there’s a cavernous wound where Nótt and Dagr should be and, for a uncommonly selfish moment, she longs for it to have taken her, too.

A voice breaches the maelstrom of her head and her heart, she rises her face to see the boy, and his words sink into her like anchors. He’s so plainly young, should be interwoven with childlike glee, but all she sees is subdued melancholy comparable to her own in his ghostly—they’re binary moons—eyes. What would Azarel think of her now? A coward, the lesser of a colt? The thought is sour, and she shivers. No doubt he’d considered her one the moment she’d ran from him.

Maybe she was.
“Thank you, I-I’m sorry,” she rasps, unsure of what she is apologizing for. Suddenly aware of how the back of her throat felt like sandpaper, how her tongue heavy as lead, how thirsty she’d become. There is an abundance of water here, filtering down the greenery to the soil at her knees, and forcibly she ascends, staggering with wobbly limbs. Exhausted, she raises her maw upwards and swallows what meager drizzle she can catch there. Her head lowers again as the filly inquires, and the rich light of the halo at her crown gleams as she addresses them, her voice clearer, though still soft. “My name is Cahira. The earth… at my hooves, it gave way as I fled war, and it brought me here. M-my companions…” Her voice falters for a moment. As she studies the two, there grows in her a sense of sudden dread, for there is a feather in Dallilja’s mane she knows from her mother, and her wildly desperate gaze flicks to the ones at the back of the boy’s ear. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but her pulse capers and she trembles. “Those feathers, my mother had two like them. T-they were from her lover, before… before I was born, w-where did you…”

OOC: Shahrokh
My apologies for the brief reply, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things too!

Cahira

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