she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Ah.
That individual syllable ingrained terror in Maerys where there'd only been apprehension prior. It crept over the girl in the way frost would, anesthetizing everything it touched in delicate patterns of this and that until she was frozen dense. It strained at her like an invisible gale, endeavoring to jostle her down the path she'd been progressing - go home, turn around, leave - but Maerys' limbs neglected to hear the plead. The dread she tasted... if it could not turn back time and it could not aid her now, what was its use?
Une petit fille - Maerys sought to decode the terms, harshly deciphering them as 'a petite filly,' a classification of the Dawn child that was fairly accurate - all alone in the rain. Inferi tormented her with every stabbing expression and flutter of her eyelashes until her tongue shattered into an unexpected laugh. The dun girl could only observe and question what would transpire next. Maerys' father had invariably told her that laughing did not reveal anything. This had always been an affirmation that the doe discredited, particularly as she recognized lovers and friends alike titter beneath the azure heaven. The way Inferi's grin matured considerably with width before fracturing open and howling into the space between them confirmed it wasn't just a sonance; it was her cast, the way her expression seized, the way she heaved for breath as her optics filled with hunger.
"Aye, that would be a shame," Maerys acknowledged as her eyes found Inferi's and were taken captive by their bitter stroke. The girl did not want anything disastrous to happen for she was youthful, too youthful, with so much life to live and love to give. The mare was more grown and though it was not by much, with that time she was more perfected than the bare-flanked child, with dense bones and an unyielding form. Could height beat bulk? It was all Maerys had as an advantage. She estimated her possibilities regularly in her conscious now, nurturing ways to flee or fight. She so despairingly wanted to leave harmoniously, but she was assured that was no longer an opportunity so she turned to what she grasped. The girl had long ago retained where to thrust to crack bone and where to snap to draw blood, but she worried regardless. Surely Inferi was not going to permit a child to effectively devastate her - there was palpable certainty in the mare that suggested she would retaliate with ease.
Maerys still hadn't stirred when Inferi speared her statements once more at the girl. She inquired if the girl needed security, but with the flick of her mauve eyes along the bodice of the stranger, noting her stiff muscles and callous body language, Maerys easily said "Perhaps." The exchange is an uncomplicated one, but it sent her thoughts ablaze. Was she venturing to scare the girl into taking her protection? Was she feeling the situation out before launching swiftly for the girl's throat? Was she just incorrectly projecting her true desires into the air?
Inferi.
Somehow the name was tantalizing and terrifying in the same breath - the perfect summation of its possessor.
It was a name that would not be forgotten.
There was a gleam of light across the clouds - lightning, perhaps - as the rain yielded for a moment. It didn't appear unusual to the girl yet, merely the storm moving on or reclining. Promptly, however, the circumstances morph into something Maerys could not tell if she was fantasizing or not.
What descended from the clouds swayed in the light, a choreographed shuffle conducted by the soothing zephyr. The flecks that poured down on the pair now instead of the rain were each varying dimensions, molds, and even hues. Ochroid, margarite, and diamond arrived in snowflakes from the sky in a churning mess of swirls and twists, enchanting as they twinkled in the light.
No matter what planet, what galaxy, or even what universe any small creature may be on, those fiery specks that streaked across the sky would be an ultimately beautiful distraction from the tragedies of the world for any individual to behold.
"This island does not fear you, Inferi," she begins, her attention reattached to the mare. "And I, Maerys, do not either."
She wasn't sure if it was the truth or if she was convincing herself it was.
That individual syllable ingrained terror in Maerys where there'd only been apprehension prior. It crept over the girl in the way frost would, anesthetizing everything it touched in delicate patterns of this and that until she was frozen dense. It strained at her like an invisible gale, endeavoring to jostle her down the path she'd been progressing - go home, turn around, leave - but Maerys' limbs neglected to hear the plead. The dread she tasted... if it could not turn back time and it could not aid her now, what was its use?
Une petit fille - Maerys sought to decode the terms, harshly deciphering them as 'a petite filly,' a classification of the Dawn child that was fairly accurate - all alone in the rain. Inferi tormented her with every stabbing expression and flutter of her eyelashes until her tongue shattered into an unexpected laugh. The dun girl could only observe and question what would transpire next. Maerys' father had invariably told her that laughing did not reveal anything. This had always been an affirmation that the doe discredited, particularly as she recognized lovers and friends alike titter beneath the azure heaven. The way Inferi's grin matured considerably with width before fracturing open and howling into the space between them confirmed it wasn't just a sonance; it was her cast, the way her expression seized, the way she heaved for breath as her optics filled with hunger.
"Aye, that would be a shame," Maerys acknowledged as her eyes found Inferi's and were taken captive by their bitter stroke. The girl did not want anything disastrous to happen for she was youthful, too youthful, with so much life to live and love to give. The mare was more grown and though it was not by much, with that time she was more perfected than the bare-flanked child, with dense bones and an unyielding form. Could height beat bulk? It was all Maerys had as an advantage. She estimated her possibilities regularly in her conscious now, nurturing ways to flee or fight. She so despairingly wanted to leave harmoniously, but she was assured that was no longer an opportunity so she turned to what she grasped. The girl had long ago retained where to thrust to crack bone and where to snap to draw blood, but she worried regardless. Surely Inferi was not going to permit a child to effectively devastate her - there was palpable certainty in the mare that suggested she would retaliate with ease.
Maerys still hadn't stirred when Inferi speared her statements once more at the girl. She inquired if the girl needed security, but with the flick of her mauve eyes along the bodice of the stranger, noting her stiff muscles and callous body language, Maerys easily said "Perhaps." The exchange is an uncomplicated one, but it sent her thoughts ablaze. Was she venturing to scare the girl into taking her protection? Was she feeling the situation out before launching swiftly for the girl's throat? Was she just incorrectly projecting her true desires into the air?
Inferi.
Somehow the name was tantalizing and terrifying in the same breath - the perfect summation of its possessor.
It was a name that would not be forgotten.
There was a gleam of light across the clouds - lightning, perhaps - as the rain yielded for a moment. It didn't appear unusual to the girl yet, merely the storm moving on or reclining. Promptly, however, the circumstances morph into something Maerys could not tell if she was fantasizing or not.
What descended from the clouds swayed in the light, a choreographed shuffle conducted by the soothing zephyr. The flecks that poured down on the pair now instead of the rain were each varying dimensions, molds, and even hues. Ochroid, margarite, and diamond arrived in snowflakes from the sky in a churning mess of swirls and twists, enchanting as they twinkled in the light.
No matter what planet, what galaxy, or even what universe any small creature may be on, those fiery specks that streaked across the sky would be an ultimately beautiful distraction from the tragedies of the world for any individual to behold.
"This island does not fear you, Inferi," she begins, her attention reattached to the mare. "And I, Maerys, do not either."
She wasn't sure if it was the truth or if she was convincing herself it was.
M A E R Y S
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