“There is no law stronger than that of magic.”
Fable, like all young creatures, preens under the attention (and he's new enough that he never lacks for it). He meets Toro, gaze for gaze, and tilts his head to better watch the bright stallion. He, of course, is still learning to understand the language of horses. Isra still talks to him in thoughts and words written out in ocean water instead of ink. But he knows enough to recognize his name even in another accent.
He lifts a wing and swoops it downwards in something like a bow. Isra can hear him say, in the sea they share, I like him. She laughs and the sound matches almost perfectly with the music floating around them like spiced smoke.
All she can feel is relief when he talks about the battle that never happened. She wonders if Eik was there, she wonders why he didn't tell her about it. And then she wonders what it is that they really have shared with each-other besides love, and soul, and forever.
Are words even important then?
Isra's too lost in thought to say anything about the Elk and battles that never should have almost happened. If she did, if she really thought about it, she would feel another crack in her heart to think that their gods have betrayed them all. Isra has no use in her life for gods, not anymore.
Toro asks about her magic and it takes her by surprise to realize that he is the only one who ever has. It worries her, that she never thought to ask what this beast of power in her heart was (or to wonder if it's good or evil or something in-between). “I don't know what to call it other than magic. Eik taught me how to find it.” But she's starting to go down a dark path, a place full of teeth and love and grayness. So she smiles and winks at him and pretends that her heart doesn't have a million cracks running through it. “If you could change the world around you, what would you make?”
Maybe Toro didn't find his gory in battle, but tonight she could help him find a little in the world around them.
@El Toro
