I can’t help but want oceans to part
'Cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts
'Cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts
Erd knew that he shouldn’t stare, but honestly he couldn’t help it. There was something fond and beautiful about that pinched look that came between Ard’s brows whenever he was focusing on a piece of particular interest, or the way he chewed on his bottom lip as though unaware. It was a bad habit, but one that the older warlock had given up on trying to break him of. He loomed close to his twin, watching the elegant, confident strokes of charcoal against parchment as the image of the strange flowers came to life upon the blank canvass.
Without color, one would just assume that the drawn picture was just a field of flowers, but Erd knew the truth. His gaze shifted, casting out across the field of glittering blooms, wondering of their origins with a both critical and concerned eye. Why were they here? How long had they been here? There were so many questions that needed answers, but he had a sinking suspicion that they would never be found.
With the snap of the sketchpad, Erd glanced back to his brother. Their eyes met and his grin only grew, pride and joy surging to the forefront of his chest. ’What?’ Ard grit out in that choked, raspy sort of way that he talked, his voice rough from disuse. ’I had to.’ If it was possible, the younger brother’s grin only widened.
“I know.” And he did.
Only when he was certain that his brother was ready did Erd move on, petite black hooves guiding him across the pock-marked land of the Bellum Steppe towards the field of curious flowers proper. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be so much more. For a moment he could have sworn that he heard music in the air, melodic vocals of an invisible singer where the words were not words at all, but sounds. A small ear quirked forward, his eyes scanning around the area, but he saw nobody but the two of them. Frowning, Erd focused back on the flowers, taking in their strange shapes and appearances.
“... Do you feel it, Ard? I think it’s magic.” Or so he assumed. It had been awhile since magic had lived within their own veins, at least to the unfathomable and destructive degree that there had once been when they lived in Luminous, but not so long ago that he wasn’t unable to recognize the electric feel of it within the soil or the very air itself. He sighed. “I wish I brought my equipment with us… I could take so many tests. Here. Help me grab a few of these. I’d really like to take some back to mess around with.”
Ard only shrugged in response, but soon enough they had stepped into the field of flowers and began to collect only a few, not wanting to steal away all of the curious, daunting, beautiful sight from the otherwise war-scarred land of the Bellum Steppe.
***STAFF EDIT
@Erd has rolled a 3! Perhaps he has decided to pick a flower to take home with him; however, bad luck will dog his heels for the next 1 RL month (half an IC season). You can decide what the details of his bad luck entail, pm @nestle or @sid if you want ideas!
