Re: Determination {Unbonded RP}
Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 12:58 pm
Relevant tales, each of them, and yet Bubble, for one, had been hoping for something more; not that he had elaborated. That had been intentional, a means of determining where their natural mindset went; it was perhaps a positive trait that nobody had begun the tale of how one of their bondeds grew pink spots after eating a tasty fruit on a beach.
Though that would have been quite hilarious to hear, and probably would have helped to ease some of the tension, it was also good that Keidas' plight had not been treated plithly.
Sign felt a pull towards one of the tales, one an origin that would offer unique knowledge to the risks their kind took for the sake of these strange species, another granting the intimate knowledge of ghosts. There was only one more thing they needed to determine, and it would be up to Bubble how they went about it; he was the "game master" in this scenario, she the final judge.
Thank you for sharing, she murmured, and offered a kind smile with her words, the gentle rain pattering in sympathy to the long journey each of them had known. The days can be long and the nights cold, after such betrayals, and often the words rip open fresh pain when spoken.
Her gaze glassed over for a moment, a small insight to the fact that she held such knowledge as well. She had once had such ties broken, as well, although she had not drifted unbound as her son now did; she had been handed over to another as if she were little more than a seashell, granted a new start as the first she had tied her heart to moved on without her. She was grateful for it, however; how many of her kind never returned to this land of theirs, the portals between worlds sealed away from them.
It could have been worse; so much worse, as the endless loneliness Bubble had known. He truly tried to be happy, but it was so very hard for him to trust again after so much pain had darkened his smiles.
His was the weakest bond with the bonded they all shared. And yet, he had at least allowed a bond to form, however distant it was compared to others. Even that had taken a little extra effort on her part, but their bonded had put in the work; perhaps that was enough for there to be hope.
Sign tossed her head as the heavy stories rolled over her mind as the rain glided down her hide, peeling her mane from her neck with the motion. The clouds were beginning to break apart, small rays of light dappling the land as the last of the water trickled its way to the ground. A glance upwards revealed that Torrent and Keidas were both standing in a patch of sun, the water steaming off their flanks as the light returned.
It seemed fitting.
You'll understand, then, Bubble told those gathered before him, that while he wants to bond again, it's hard for him. It's hard for all of us, when we start to find that we miss the bond more than we hurt from its loss.
It's time, Sign called, and her gentle voice carried easily up the distant hill to the pair that had waited for those very words. Torrent bucked around behind Keidas and crowded close, and for all that the young stallion had been straining to join everyone else earlier he now tried to zig and zag his way out of coming to them now. He was no match for Torrent, though, as the stranger pressed him down the hill no matter what direction he tried to cut across, the blue-toned fellow prancing from side to side and carrying him along in what was nearly a headlong rush.
You remember what you went through, Sign said, and practically hid behind Bubble as the two stallions finally joined their small gathering, and you remember how hard it is to move on.
Your final task is to try and make it easier for him to move on. Keidas will let you know who walks beside him.
Don't get too carried away in memory; who you wish you'd had, or who you eventually found. Flow with what is here, now, Torrent offered, and his voice was a gentle rush of kindness, as limpid as his gaze and as urgent as his movements.
Keidas said nothing as he drew to a halt, but he did raise his head, arch his neck; angle his horn. His eyes revealed the dual storm that so many abandoneds faced; sincere interest warring with fear and anger. There were no words for such a state. The small creatures before him held all his attention, eclipsing even the presence of his mother, who thought that standing behind the two stallions would be enough for her to escape his notice. He knew her; she wasn't forgotten. But she could wait, for now, and be dealt with later. It was the binding of his soul that demanded his focus now. However proud Keidas was, he was not a fool.
These creatures would be wise to remember such things.
Though that would have been quite hilarious to hear, and probably would have helped to ease some of the tension, it was also good that Keidas' plight had not been treated plithly.
Sign felt a pull towards one of the tales, one an origin that would offer unique knowledge to the risks their kind took for the sake of these strange species, another granting the intimate knowledge of ghosts. There was only one more thing they needed to determine, and it would be up to Bubble how they went about it; he was the "game master" in this scenario, she the final judge.
Thank you for sharing, she murmured, and offered a kind smile with her words, the gentle rain pattering in sympathy to the long journey each of them had known. The days can be long and the nights cold, after such betrayals, and often the words rip open fresh pain when spoken.
Her gaze glassed over for a moment, a small insight to the fact that she held such knowledge as well. She had once had such ties broken, as well, although she had not drifted unbound as her son now did; she had been handed over to another as if she were little more than a seashell, granted a new start as the first she had tied her heart to moved on without her. She was grateful for it, however; how many of her kind never returned to this land of theirs, the portals between worlds sealed away from them.
It could have been worse; so much worse, as the endless loneliness Bubble had known. He truly tried to be happy, but it was so very hard for him to trust again after so much pain had darkened his smiles.
His was the weakest bond with the bonded they all shared. And yet, he had at least allowed a bond to form, however distant it was compared to others. Even that had taken a little extra effort on her part, but their bonded had put in the work; perhaps that was enough for there to be hope.
Sign tossed her head as the heavy stories rolled over her mind as the rain glided down her hide, peeling her mane from her neck with the motion. The clouds were beginning to break apart, small rays of light dappling the land as the last of the water trickled its way to the ground. A glance upwards revealed that Torrent and Keidas were both standing in a patch of sun, the water steaming off their flanks as the light returned.
It seemed fitting.
You'll understand, then, Bubble told those gathered before him, that while he wants to bond again, it's hard for him. It's hard for all of us, when we start to find that we miss the bond more than we hurt from its loss.
It's time, Sign called, and her gentle voice carried easily up the distant hill to the pair that had waited for those very words. Torrent bucked around behind Keidas and crowded close, and for all that the young stallion had been straining to join everyone else earlier he now tried to zig and zag his way out of coming to them now. He was no match for Torrent, though, as the stranger pressed him down the hill no matter what direction he tried to cut across, the blue-toned fellow prancing from side to side and carrying him along in what was nearly a headlong rush.
You remember what you went through, Sign said, and practically hid behind Bubble as the two stallions finally joined their small gathering, and you remember how hard it is to move on.
Your final task is to try and make it easier for him to move on. Keidas will let you know who walks beside him.
Don't get too carried away in memory; who you wish you'd had, or who you eventually found. Flow with what is here, now, Torrent offered, and his voice was a gentle rush of kindness, as limpid as his gaze and as urgent as his movements.
Keidas said nothing as he drew to a halt, but he did raise his head, arch his neck; angle his horn. His eyes revealed the dual storm that so many abandoneds faced; sincere interest warring with fear and anger. There were no words for such a state. The small creatures before him held all his attention, eclipsing even the presence of his mother, who thought that standing behind the two stallions would be enough for her to escape his notice. He knew her; she wasn't forgotten. But she could wait, for now, and be dealt with later. It was the binding of his soul that demanded his focus now. However proud Keidas was, he was not a fool.
These creatures would be wise to remember such things.