leonidas
holy places are dark places.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
The sand rises, gathering in great serpentine loops. It rears up and back, riled as its great maw parts and sand falls from its lips like hissing poison. He feels the trembling of his sister upon his shoulder. Their fear rocks through their twin bodies, each of their bones echoing with the fear of their sibling. But never do either of these children stop to question what strange world this is. This island is the place of their birth, where time stands still and moves too fast. They are made of it and for it and maybe they are the least fearful here.
Slowly the boy tilts his head towards his sister’s lips, lets her words reach for his ear and all the while he watches the monster and the horses. Her breath is a rattle, it judders from his lungs, yet determined lines are branching across his face. The boy nods once and feels his sister peel away from his side.
He moves as she does, each of them creating a perfect arc. They move in opposition and yet in tandem. As the serpent turns its gaze upon Aster - oh bright Aster of the moon and of the bright of bone, her darker brother slinks beyond, behind its line of sight. The relic lies, open and exposed beneath the moon. The serpent lunges and Leo leaps forward too. The island’s magic is fast but Leo’s is faster yet. Time propels him forward like a sigh, it is all he has, this one small sigh of magic. But it might be enough...
He gropes for the relic.
OOC: Leo has a horseshoe left at the end of this SWP
@Aster | "speaks" <3
