the air is cold, the night is long
I feel like I might fade into the dawn
Fade until I'm gone
I feel like I might fade into the dawn
Fade until I'm gone
Grey is familiar with endings. He has seen many, been a part of them, made his own. Endings of lives, of places, of times. The almost-ending that is himself and his own life. So, when the sky starts to darken on that far southern horizon with a film so dark it can only be ash and smoke and the threat of death, Grey recognizes it for what it is.
A truth, and an inescapable one at that.
His snow white eyes watch it billow and spread, and spread and spread. He doesn’t know what or where exactly it comes from, though he can imagine a few. For a moment he thinks of the boy, Mateo, who had told him if he didn’t find what he was looking for, to go to the mountain and ask the gods. Perhaps they should all go to their mountain and ask their gods to spare them from whatever it is that looms there, where the earth meets the sky.
But the unicorn has been here long enough to have heard the stories of what their god had brought upon them not so long ago, and even his heart, ice and hard as stone, seems to ache a little for what this might mean. A part of Grey—the selfish, cowardly part that fuels his guilt—considers leaving this place, and going back to the one he already knows.
***STAFF EDIT
@grey has rolled a 3! He has been awarded +40 signos
