Raglan
may the bridges i burn light the way
His reflection was warped.
Even in the stillest of evenings, it shifted and shimmered and never coalesced into something that the stallion could recognize as himself. He stared harder into the shallow puddle, the surface undulating and shifting like quicksilver and reflecting the lavender skies like mercury. The light was just right, just right, making the minuscule puddle look endless, a brightly painted void that he just had to summon the courage to dive through. Another world waited for him there, whether it was real or not, the pegasus could feel its beckoning hands.
Raglan stood over an ocean of possibility and leaned too far over the edge — he wondered if he would ever truly fall, or if the instinct instilled in his wings would prevent him from achieving that final unknown.
Temptations were shot through by the call of a distantly familiar voice, and the rogue Crow felt himself cringe as he fell back into his skin. He sighed, daydreams and fantasies would do him no good here, or anywhere; it was time to let go of his sadness, he knew, but it had become a companion and Raglan didn’t know if he could part with it. Raising his twin-horned head, the Silvertongue scanned his surroundings with pale eyes and noticed the bony form of an individual he thought he would never again encounter.
He actually smiled.
Approaching Reinhart at a leisurely pace, the mahogany alicorn’s grin could only grow as he read the statement rendered so gracefully in the dirt. “You’re a cad, Reinhart, and I see you’ve only changed enough to grow taller,” Raglan’s voice was warm, the gladness that he felt at the newfound company contradicting their checkered history. Pale hooves carried him close enough to see the tumult in the other stallion’s golden eyes, though the Crow knew better than to comment on someone else’s pain. The grey lad would speak on it if he needed to, but from what Raglan knew, company soothed just as well.
“If I’d known I’d been stinking up the place, I’d have planted some flowers, but alas, I didn’t want my good looks to put them to shame,” A wry smirk, “What do you want to get into, Rich Kid?”
Even in the stillest of evenings, it shifted and shimmered and never coalesced into something that the stallion could recognize as himself. He stared harder into the shallow puddle, the surface undulating and shifting like quicksilver and reflecting the lavender skies like mercury. The light was just right, just right, making the minuscule puddle look endless, a brightly painted void that he just had to summon the courage to dive through. Another world waited for him there, whether it was real or not, the pegasus could feel its beckoning hands.
Raglan stood over an ocean of possibility and leaned too far over the edge — he wondered if he would ever truly fall, or if the instinct instilled in his wings would prevent him from achieving that final unknown.
Temptations were shot through by the call of a distantly familiar voice, and the rogue Crow felt himself cringe as he fell back into his skin. He sighed, daydreams and fantasies would do him no good here, or anywhere; it was time to let go of his sadness, he knew, but it had become a companion and Raglan didn’t know if he could part with it. Raising his twin-horned head, the Silvertongue scanned his surroundings with pale eyes and noticed the bony form of an individual he thought he would never again encounter.
He actually smiled.
Approaching Reinhart at a leisurely pace, the mahogany alicorn’s grin could only grow as he read the statement rendered so gracefully in the dirt. “You’re a cad, Reinhart, and I see you’ve only changed enough to grow taller,” Raglan’s voice was warm, the gladness that he felt at the newfound company contradicting their checkered history. Pale hooves carried him close enough to see the tumult in the other stallion’s golden eyes, though the Crow knew better than to comment on someone else’s pain. The grey lad would speak on it if he needed to, but from what Raglan knew, company soothed just as well.
“If I’d known I’d been stinking up the place, I’d have planted some flowers, but alas, I didn’t want my good looks to put them to shame,” A wry smirk, “What do you want to get into, Rich Kid?”
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