there are many paths to tread
“Brother.” The other greeted in turn, never missing a beat, a smile slipping onto his lips. Toulouse smiled back, each of them wolfish, each of them reveling in the sight of each other. “We have much to talk about.”
And talk they did. Well into the night, until the stars reigned supreme in the sky above them, and the gemstones reflected their lights back into the sky. Their bodies turned silver in the moonlight, surrounded by a field of silver flowers, the world a gray backdrop all around them. Identical ghosts, heads tilted so close their horns touched and twined together above their heads, voices a quiet murmur meant only for each other ears.
They didn’t have a lot of time; they spoke quietly, but they spoke quickly. One had to go east come sunrise, the other west.
Until finally there was nothing left to say, and they prepared to part once more. Until…
“One more thing.”
“Oh?” His eyes were full of light and interest as he turned around.
“The Red Rose. She’s at the White Scarab, and wears a twig crown with gemstones hanging from one end.” His twin stomped a hoof at the flowers, watching them ripple like a sea of glass.
Their eyes met slowly, identical pairs of green gazing back at one another. For a moment neither one spoke; the wind played with the caramel curls of their hair, the flowers laughing all around them. Toulouse didn't need words to understand the look in his brother's eye, a look he did not like.
But still he nodded, and each of them disappeared.
@toulouse
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And talk they did. Well into the night, until the stars reigned supreme in the sky above them, and the gemstones reflected their lights back into the sky. Their bodies turned silver in the moonlight, surrounded by a field of silver flowers, the world a gray backdrop all around them. Identical ghosts, heads tilted so close their horns touched and twined together above their heads, voices a quiet murmur meant only for each other ears.
They didn’t have a lot of time; they spoke quietly, but they spoke quickly. One had to go east come sunrise, the other west.
Until finally there was nothing left to say, and they prepared to part once more. Until…
“One more thing.”
“Oh?” His eyes were full of light and interest as he turned around.
“The Red Rose. She’s at the White Scarab, and wears a twig crown with gemstones hanging from one end.” His twin stomped a hoof at the flowers, watching them ripple like a sea of glass.
Their eyes met slowly, identical pairs of green gazing back at one another. For a moment neither one spoke; the wind played with the caramel curls of their hair, the flowers laughing all around them. Toulouse didn't need words to understand the look in his brother's eye, a look he did not like.
But still he nodded, and each of them disappeared.
@toulouse
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***STAFF EDIT
@tuolouse has rolled a 2! He has been awarded +50 signos for interacting with the flowers.
