Siavax
When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me
The unsurE
When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me
The unsurE
His bones ached, and his eyes lay half-lidded, heavy with the sleep that seemed to escape him on these long journeys. While he adored his mother - gentle, sweet little healer Araxes - he was burdened time and time again with the task of trekking all the way to Solterra to either bring something to his father, or to carry some form of news. It was always met with a gruff receival frm the Warden, and Siavax was left feeling spurned once more. An endless cycle that chiseled away at the chip on his shoulder, leaving him bitter and resentful.
So with each trip, he took his time exploring the lands and took longer and longer to deliver what he was sent there for. He was never chastised, for Torstein was never told to expect his speckled son... so Sia found some semblance of solace in the little ounces of freedom he was able to garnish along the way. He soaked up the cold light of the moon, soaked his shins in sweeping waters, comforted wilting flowers with soft words in their dying days, wove bright and blooming chrysanthemums into his braided, void-colored locks.. For a few fleeting moments, weight fell off his shoulders and smiles graced his lips.
And it was on one such journey that such happiness fell off his lips quicker than any other times.
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Hooves felt the heat of the sand radiate through their core, warming his bones. The Oasis was someplace he always stopped before venturing into Solterra's core, because even as isolated as it was... something about it, in all its beautiful loneliness, was serene to him. The warm waters, the light breeze, the small bubbling waterfall... it called to him, through the malicious sands of the Mors. Thankfully, through the various treks he had made, and with how many times his father had led him to the Oasis... he somehow remembered the path there.
But this time, when he stumbled upon the worn limestone that skirted the edge of the Oasis, the tune that hummed in his throat and the quiet smile on his lips faded away to the sound of choked sobs. An ear flicked forward ever so slightly, steps falling silent as he stood there, searching for the source of tearful agony. Eventually, he stepped forward and peered around a large palm.. only to see the sandy colored caretaker sobbing, cheeks stuffed full with dates.
Blue eyes stared at the other, trying to register.. what on earth was happening. He was certain that the other had not seen him, as the minute or so he stood by unnoticed felt like an hour... until eventually, he cleared his throat.
"Um, excuse me?" he murmured, stepping forward with head low and ears tilted back sympathetically. "Is.... everything okay?" His voice was alarmingly soft and gentle, although that was not abnormal for Sia. But there was something so familiar about this sad soul that he just couldn't place. A coat the color of sand, peppered with dark stripes and slashes of ivory.. It was only when he saw a few especially unique features - the horns, that small purple lantern, the cut of white across his face and muzzle - that he realized something was familiar about him. This was the poor soul he had pulled from the sands of the desert, and brought to this very Oasis.
.... Had- had he been here this entire time?
@tamran, you know you love me
So with each trip, he took his time exploring the lands and took longer and longer to deliver what he was sent there for. He was never chastised, for Torstein was never told to expect his speckled son... so Sia found some semblance of solace in the little ounces of freedom he was able to garnish along the way. He soaked up the cold light of the moon, soaked his shins in sweeping waters, comforted wilting flowers with soft words in their dying days, wove bright and blooming chrysanthemums into his braided, void-colored locks.. For a few fleeting moments, weight fell off his shoulders and smiles graced his lips.
And it was on one such journey that such happiness fell off his lips quicker than any other times.
Hooves felt the heat of the sand radiate through their core, warming his bones. The Oasis was someplace he always stopped before venturing into Solterra's core, because even as isolated as it was... something about it, in all its beautiful loneliness, was serene to him. The warm waters, the light breeze, the small bubbling waterfall... it called to him, through the malicious sands of the Mors. Thankfully, through the various treks he had made, and with how many times his father had led him to the Oasis... he somehow remembered the path there.
But this time, when he stumbled upon the worn limestone that skirted the edge of the Oasis, the tune that hummed in his throat and the quiet smile on his lips faded away to the sound of choked sobs. An ear flicked forward ever so slightly, steps falling silent as he stood there, searching for the source of tearful agony. Eventually, he stepped forward and peered around a large palm.. only to see the sandy colored caretaker sobbing, cheeks stuffed full with dates.
Blue eyes stared at the other, trying to register.. what on earth was happening. He was certain that the other had not seen him, as the minute or so he stood by unnoticed felt like an hour... until eventually, he cleared his throat.
"Um, excuse me?" he murmured, stepping forward with head low and ears tilted back sympathetically. "Is.... everything okay?" His voice was alarmingly soft and gentle, although that was not abnormal for Sia. But there was something so familiar about this sad soul that he just couldn't place. A coat the color of sand, peppered with dark stripes and slashes of ivory.. It was only when he saw a few especially unique features - the horns, that small purple lantern, the cut of white across his face and muzzle - that he realized something was familiar about him. This was the poor soul he had pulled from the sands of the desert, and brought to this very Oasis.
.... Had- had he been here this entire time?
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