“and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;”
Isra hopes that it is magic that would carry him away but a thought. There is no other unicorn who knows the dangers of imagination as well as her. How easy it is to slip away from the real world to a place where everything is lovely and free from suffering. Each dawn she dreams and each night she is happy to open her eyes to the fires of her city and the map of stars outside her window.
It feels like a rebirth to watch the dreams on his skin and think that the world, real, and hard, and hungry for magic is a grander thing. After-all she has her magic and her dragon to remake the world. She has fury and violence too, but she doesn't want to think about that right now.
How much easier would it be if she was only a secret maiden of the sea instead of a queen with scars across her throat?
She wants to tell him how dangerous that mountain peak can be. Isra still remembers how it felt to feel the ground tremble at her hooves. The sound of trees moaning as their roots trembled still finds her sometimes at dawn when she doesn't have her map of stars to guide her. Sweat still gathers on her skin like mist when she thinks of how easily the gods turned on them all atop that mountain in the distance.
In the end she only smiles brightly enough that he might not notice the fine, tense crease in her smile or the way it doesn't reflect in her eyes. “I hope she answers that prayer.” Isra moves closer and raises her lips to his ear. “But if she doesn't, if the ground starts to tremble at your feet...” She pauses, reminds herself that the past is firmly being them. “scream for Fable.” She wants to tell him to scream and shake down the sky. “And then we will both come for you.” It's the only warning she can bear to give the boy with dreams and magic in his eyes.
Isra pulls back and watches him start to leave. “I will wait for your stories.” She blinks when he starts to fade into the darkness so that she won't see the moment he disappears. Her heat trembles and she tries not to think of the reason why.
But when Fable hums a sea-song against her chest Isra's heart aches a little less (but only a little).
@Pan
