Siren's Summit
01-16-2018, 03:15 PM
But you're not as alone as you think you are.
Companion pieces to your Hope hover by you, deceptively similar yet feeling very different. You decide to ignore them. You've had enough for now. You want to hide away, go to sleep, examine your bruised body and soul in a place of peace and quiet. You want to soak in the bitter loneliness, to feel something all the way to your marrow if only for a moment—you've held so much at bay, and now that you're feeling again, you don't want to stop.
But the black mare steps onto the shore next to you, and the stray orbs return to her. Without further ado she leans close to you, pressing her wet flank against yours. Beneath the clammy surface of wet hair you're both warm, and pressed together like that, it spreads through your cold skin. "I healed the worst of it," you respond. Your emotions aren't sure what to do with themselves anymore. Part of you is still craving that bitter isolation, but more than that, it's like you're just very tired and confused. It makes you sound a bit dead, actually.
"I'll be alright, but thank you for asking." The words are unwieldy in your jaws, but you get them out anyway.
And the matron lays three new tasks before you. For a moment, you glare at her, and her entourage of colorful, frightening beasts. Couldn't they do this themselves?!
But you already know the answer to that one. Hope chose you guys, for better or for worse.
"I will go to the Pinnacle," Taivas declares, and in her usual fashion, she's just gone. You're left staring at her pale body as it disappears in the sky. You could just have taken off after her, but you don't feel perceptive. You feel sad and angry.
You don't say anything about where you're going, you just try to catch K'yarie's gaze for a moment, a silent thanks, before turning and trudging north. The Labyrinth is the closest, and you kind of feel like getting eaten by a monster. It suits your mood.
Companion pieces to your Hope hover by you, deceptively similar yet feeling very different. You decide to ignore them. You've had enough for now. You want to hide away, go to sleep, examine your bruised body and soul in a place of peace and quiet. You want to soak in the bitter loneliness, to feel something all the way to your marrow if only for a moment—you've held so much at bay, and now that you're feeling again, you don't want to stop.
But the black mare steps onto the shore next to you, and the stray orbs return to her. Without further ado she leans close to you, pressing her wet flank against yours. Beneath the clammy surface of wet hair you're both warm, and pressed together like that, it spreads through your cold skin. "I healed the worst of it," you respond. Your emotions aren't sure what to do with themselves anymore. Part of you is still craving that bitter isolation, but more than that, it's like you're just very tired and confused. It makes you sound a bit dead, actually.
"I'll be alright, but thank you for asking." The words are unwieldy in your jaws, but you get them out anyway.
And the matron lays three new tasks before you. For a moment, you glare at her, and her entourage of colorful, frightening beasts. Couldn't they do this themselves?!
But you already know the answer to that one. Hope chose you guys, for better or for worse.
"I will go to the Pinnacle," Taivas declares, and in her usual fashion, she's just gone. You're left staring at her pale body as it disappears in the sky. You could just have taken off after her, but you don't feel perceptive. You feel sad and angry.
You don't say anything about where you're going, you just try to catch K'yarie's gaze for a moment, a silent thanks, before turning and trudging north. The Labyrinth is the closest, and you kind of feel like getting eaten by a monster. It suits your mood.
