A Little Afterglow Banter


"...you're not even going to ask me if I'm alright?"
Id could communicate almost completely with his eyes; Brittle chuckled at the flat stare the other warrior shot him. He galnced over his shoulder, almost admiring the thin slash of red across his side. A shallow wound to tell the truth, but teasing Id never really got old. Anything to keep that golden tint from his eyes.
The other stallion kept silent, but Brittle noticed the slight limp in his stride. The ashen silver at his shoulder was starting to turn a mottled gray-black, the color of stormclouds. Brittle smirked to himself; his horns had left their mark. Id tended to leave scars, painful for the first few days but fading nontheless. He left behind an ache in the bones that lingered long after he had struck.
But they were warriors, and pain was nothing to them...or sometimes the only proof that they were alive.
"It's been awhile, has it not?"
Id spoke suddenly when he spoke at all, but Brittle had had a lifetime to get used to the other's strange ways. The same way he could read the meaning behind the few vague woards. He looked to the west, toward the red of the setting sun, and for once his tone wasn't light at all.
"It has," he answered, slowly. "But we have no choice but to wait really. We've got the little one to take care of now, and..."
There was a flicker almost like remorse in his eyes. "The kid - no - Hinote needs time."
Id said nothing, but Brittle could feel him move onward, deeper into the forest. He sighed and followed, walking the worn way home.
((Open to all, just trying to brush up old skills xD))