Mikhael's wiry frame seemed more withered than usual after his departure from the Islands. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he'd left - almost a full season, if he had to guess. Autumn had nearly been at an end when he'd taken his leave, winter following quickly on its heels. Now he stood on the shore of a faraway beach, gazing emptily into a foreign horizon.
It had been so long since he'd seen the coast. The smell of salt and sand scoured Mikhael's nostrils, the familiar sound of rolling waves against the shore roaring inside his ears. He could practically feel the tumble of the sea through his hooves, the familiar rumble echoing through his bones. It reminded him of a home he had left behind, a deep yearning flooding his soul and making his heart ache. How he missed his friends and family. But there was no going back - after all, what was the point, if there was nothing there waiting for him?
Briefly, his mind wandered to Evren. A warm and familiar affection replaced the cold nostalgia in his chest as he pictured her face, the warmth of her eyes and the gentle curve of her smile. She was everything he was not, and it had been the polarity of their souls that drew them together and repelled them apart. If there had been a reason to stay, she would have been it.
But she hadn't.
Mikhael felt his throat tighten at the thought, a quivering sigh escaping his lips, disappearing into a delicate cloud. The winter air bit at the sensitive flesh of his face and nose, a shiver creeping along his spine. He knew he shouldn't be thinking of the past. There was no point, nothing to gain from it. Still, he couldn't help but miss it - her. She had been the first to welcome him after he left home, the first to show him that the world wasn't always the harsh and cruel place he had grown up believing it to be. She had given him the companionship he had never been able to receive from his family and brothers - biological or otherwise.
Breathing in the briny aroma, Mikhael turned away from the horizon, away from the din in his mind, setting an unhurried pace down the shore.
@Bucephalus or any!
It had been so long since he'd seen the coast. The smell of salt and sand scoured Mikhael's nostrils, the familiar sound of rolling waves against the shore roaring inside his ears. He could practically feel the tumble of the sea through his hooves, the familiar rumble echoing through his bones. It reminded him of a home he had left behind, a deep yearning flooding his soul and making his heart ache. How he missed his friends and family. But there was no going back - after all, what was the point, if there was nothing there waiting for him?
Briefly, his mind wandered to Evren. A warm and familiar affection replaced the cold nostalgia in his chest as he pictured her face, the warmth of her eyes and the gentle curve of her smile. She was everything he was not, and it had been the polarity of their souls that drew them together and repelled them apart. If there had been a reason to stay, she would have been it.
But she hadn't.
Mikhael felt his throat tighten at the thought, a quivering sigh escaping his lips, disappearing into a delicate cloud. The winter air bit at the sensitive flesh of his face and nose, a shiver creeping along his spine. He knew he shouldn't be thinking of the past. There was no point, nothing to gain from it. Still, he couldn't help but miss it - her. She had been the first to welcome him after he left home, the first to show him that the world wasn't always the harsh and cruel place he had grown up believing it to be. She had given him the companionship he had never been able to receive from his family and brothers - biological or otherwise.
Breathing in the briny aroma, Mikhael turned away from the horizon, away from the din in his mind, setting an unhurried pace down the shore.
@Bucephalus or any!
