Come to me in the night hours
I will wait for you
He should have known better than to expect anything but the spite he had felt from all other creatures up until then. But he knew, he knew, she had the right to be angry. Everything she blamed him of he was guilty, but at the same time he did not regret it. If he was to be hated so for simply existing, he may as well give them all a reason. Let Jezanna’s parents twist their guts in worry for the rest of eternity for the cruelty they had dealt him.
Her words carried her anger, of course, though they bit more than Eidolon expected. He had only seen her as a sweet and beautiful young woman, but now he was seeing another side. A side that reminded him much of her father, though he would never say that. Rather than respond at first, he let her dole out what she had to say: keeping a calm composure and a steady gaze her direction. Increasingly, it became clear she did not understand why he had done this. Peace would not be an option for the time being. So be it, let discord reign. Let it blast open the skies like thunder. Hatred cooled eventually, and seeing as how they were the only two from their original home, Jezanna would have no choice but to share this new world with him. Even if not directly, they would never quite escape knowing one another.
She turned away from him and stared up into the sky. Likely to find some bit of calm within the turmoil of her thoughts and ignore anything he might have to say. Eidolon gave her that moment; shifting his wings a bit to make himself more comfortable and attempt to shake away some of his own nerves. She was not the only one upset. As much as he would like to explain it, he doubted she would listen right now. Another time maybe. Such was his own burden.
When Jezanna did finally speak, Eidolon found himself surprised. At least they could agree on something, and this citadel seemed promising. On another note, he did take notice of the shiver that seemed to grasp the mare. Somehow he was absolutely certain she did not want any warmth he had to give. His wing was already half stretched out, but he slowly retracted it, “Then we should head that direction. Find you somewhere warm to stay. South was it?” He turned that way, not failing to notice how beautiful Jezanna was in the starlight as his eyes traced her form. He did not let his gaze linger long however, she would certainly not appreciate it. Genuinely his voice did hold concern for her, but he focused more on the new home plan for her sake. Tonight he would not win this battle and his mood did not have him daring enough to argue.
Her words carried her anger, of course, though they bit more than Eidolon expected. He had only seen her as a sweet and beautiful young woman, but now he was seeing another side. A side that reminded him much of her father, though he would never say that. Rather than respond at first, he let her dole out what she had to say: keeping a calm composure and a steady gaze her direction. Increasingly, it became clear she did not understand why he had done this. Peace would not be an option for the time being. So be it, let discord reign. Let it blast open the skies like thunder. Hatred cooled eventually, and seeing as how they were the only two from their original home, Jezanna would have no choice but to share this new world with him. Even if not directly, they would never quite escape knowing one another.
She turned away from him and stared up into the sky. Likely to find some bit of calm within the turmoil of her thoughts and ignore anything he might have to say. Eidolon gave her that moment; shifting his wings a bit to make himself more comfortable and attempt to shake away some of his own nerves. She was not the only one upset. As much as he would like to explain it, he doubted she would listen right now. Another time maybe. Such was his own burden.
When Jezanna did finally speak, Eidolon found himself surprised. At least they could agree on something, and this citadel seemed promising. On another note, he did take notice of the shiver that seemed to grasp the mare. Somehow he was absolutely certain she did not want any warmth he had to give. His wing was already half stretched out, but he slowly retracted it, “Then we should head that direction. Find you somewhere warm to stay. South was it?” He turned that way, not failing to notice how beautiful Jezanna was in the starlight as his eyes traced her form. He did not let his gaze linger long however, she would certainly not appreciate it. Genuinely his voice did hold concern for her, but he focused more on the new home plan for her sake. Tonight he would not win this battle and his mood did not have him daring enough to argue.
@Jezanna
