ISORATH
Part of him expected the other to remain silent, judging by the grogginess and exhaustion which lined the stranger's face. If it were he who wore such things like a pale shroud, he would of remained silent, brushed off the posed question with an inelegant turn of his head further into the nook he'd created for himself.
Briefly, he wondered why. Why had the pale stallion had chosen to rest in the forest, given that winter had dug her grip deep into the land and painted her frigid frost and chilling ice upon everything the eye could glean.
Surprise took his face then, when the stranger unfurled and regarded him. Leathery wings shifted under the graze, gilded talons flexing against his flesh lightly out of habit.
'Waiting, I guess, and looking, but I haven’t had any luck. What about you?'
More so, he hadn't expected the question to be turned on him. It's his turn to lapse into silence now, a thoughtful, deliberate silence where his heart scraped against his chest in it's may splinters, it's cystal song woeful and filled with discord. Was he waiting? He supposed. An answer? Perhaps. A combination of the both — definitely.
Not that he actually wanted the answer, as his mind drifted, dared to dance and glide over the thing which he already knew. The kirin could reach the answer quite easily, all it would take was admittance. Oh, but when he did, there was the dread of waiting for eternity, wanting for eternity. Adrift in the starscape with the hourglass of time, as it moved ever onward and the sands poured.
He had come here because the trees couldn't answer, they could do nothing but listen and let him drift away from himself. Could not convince him, could not make him confront himself.
"Escaping for awhile." Isorath answered, surprisingly honest as his antlered head tilted toward the canopy above. "There are some answers in the World which cause too many problems." After a moment, he forced himself onward, away from the danger and the daggers which hid in the shadows. Elegantly, he lowered himself to the ground, careful to make sure the cloak which swathed him took the brunt of the cold soil and moss. Deliberately, he kept his eyes off of the wingless stallion, for the fear of him seeing what dwelled within his lilac eyes.
"The one you are searching for, tell me about them."
TAG: @Eros
NOTES: <3
Part of him expected the other to remain silent, judging by the grogginess and exhaustion which lined the stranger's face. If it were he who wore such things like a pale shroud, he would of remained silent, brushed off the posed question with an inelegant turn of his head further into the nook he'd created for himself.
Briefly, he wondered why. Why had the pale stallion had chosen to rest in the forest, given that winter had dug her grip deep into the land and painted her frigid frost and chilling ice upon everything the eye could glean.
Surprise took his face then, when the stranger unfurled and regarded him. Leathery wings shifted under the graze, gilded talons flexing against his flesh lightly out of habit.
'Waiting, I guess, and looking, but I haven’t had any luck. What about you?'
More so, he hadn't expected the question to be turned on him. It's his turn to lapse into silence now, a thoughtful, deliberate silence where his heart scraped against his chest in it's may splinters, it's cystal song woeful and filled with discord. Was he waiting? He supposed. An answer? Perhaps. A combination of the both — definitely.
Not that he actually wanted the answer, as his mind drifted, dared to dance and glide over the thing which he already knew. The kirin could reach the answer quite easily, all it would take was admittance. Oh, but when he did, there was the dread of waiting for eternity, wanting for eternity. Adrift in the starscape with the hourglass of time, as it moved ever onward and the sands poured.
He had come here because the trees couldn't answer, they could do nothing but listen and let him drift away from himself. Could not convince him, could not make him confront himself.
"Escaping for awhile." Isorath answered, surprisingly honest as his antlered head tilted toward the canopy above. "There are some answers in the World which cause too many problems." After a moment, he forced himself onward, away from the danger and the daggers which hid in the shadows. Elegantly, he lowered himself to the ground, careful to make sure the cloak which swathed him took the brunt of the cold soil and moss. Deliberately, he kept his eyes off of the wingless stallion, for the fear of him seeing what dwelled within his lilac eyes.
"The one you are searching for, tell me about them."
TAG: @Eros
NOTES: <3
