Re: Hidden Eyes [Unbonded RP]
Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 8:23 pm
Good, indeed, to hear a familiar voice, see a familiar face break the fog. Tigress’ kindness seemed not to have changed much in the long time between, and Web was—glad of that. So little remained constant in her coming and going; faces shifted, new bonds were formed. The stoic, spined mare at Tigress’ side and the watchful stallion at her own were proof enough of that.
She returned Silk’s polite nod, Tigress’ smile; out of the corner of her eye, she saw NightTears do the same. Well, the nod, at least—his face remained impassive, as usual. “This is NightTears, newly-Bonded to our Mistress’ keep. I was showing him the border paths when, well.” She shrugged, gesturing to the surrounding mist. “We got caught up.”
Caught, like the soft note in Tigress’ voice—and Web wished she could speak to it, but she knew less than nothing. She hadn’t seen Chaos, the far, few times she’d been able to return; he did not seem to want to be found. But space and secrets were sacred to Sethe’s keep. He’d given her that treasured distance so freely, it would be small of her not to do the same. It—hurt, but she’d bear it. If it was for him.
“A while, indeed.” She allowed herself a little half-smile, a place for the ache to gather and release. “I do hope all is well in your lands. That all are well.”
On the break of her words fell the sudden silence. NightTears stiffened; she moved closer on reflex, into the protective stance Silk wore like a second skin. Only, she could not fight the strike of the wind, rushing far and through and taking the fog with it.
Web blinked the dryness from her eyes. There, in the moonlight before her, stood another Serian. Mare, crowned in shifting night—less here, NightTears had said. So, this is who he’d Seen, striking enough to almost overshadow the two beside her. The pair they’d seen earlier, before the fog had swallowed their sight.
And she bade them call her Cipher, out of her many names. Drifting and rooted, lost and found—she spoke the way Sethe did, reminded of old days and Old Ways. Some knowledge Web felt moving through her, some forgotten call she'd placed too far out of reach. NightTears tilted his head, just slightly, and she wondered if he felt a shadow of the same.
There was a gleam of—something, in the shot silver of those eyes. Eyes. A familiar touch, there, in the tether of her soul. The familiar weight, watching through her skin. She bowed her head in return. “Wariness is a gift to many a wanderer, I’ve found. Seems wise to use it when lands are strange, and we may be strangers yet.” The weft of her mane had torn slightly in the draft; she re-spun, resettled it along her neck. “My name is Web, born of Deep Shadows. I thank you for your welcome, Cipher, and well met, Vineda, Shamrock.”
At her side, NightTears mimicked Shamrock’s elegant gesture. “I am NightTears,” he said, soft yet clear. “Born from the Circle of the Fallen Star.” As he rose, he nodded to each new face in turn, before his gaze returned to the mare’s. “Your people—are they so different from those you name Bonded?”
A bit of a bold question, in the same straightforward vein Vineda was taking—Web wouldn’t have expected it from him, their distant one. Hellion said his soul ran deep, and no more. But that was their secret, and—hummed the touch in her mind—belonging to them.
See for me. Hear for me. So spoke her will.
(ooc: I'm using Chrome, and I hadn't noticed much difference when I pulled the image up on IE--but I don't have any other browsers installed, so I'm drawing from a limited sample ^^;;))
She returned Silk’s polite nod, Tigress’ smile; out of the corner of her eye, she saw NightTears do the same. Well, the nod, at least—his face remained impassive, as usual. “This is NightTears, newly-Bonded to our Mistress’ keep. I was showing him the border paths when, well.” She shrugged, gesturing to the surrounding mist. “We got caught up.”
Caught, like the soft note in Tigress’ voice—and Web wished she could speak to it, but she knew less than nothing. She hadn’t seen Chaos, the far, few times she’d been able to return; he did not seem to want to be found. But space and secrets were sacred to Sethe’s keep. He’d given her that treasured distance so freely, it would be small of her not to do the same. It—hurt, but she’d bear it. If it was for him.
“A while, indeed.” She allowed herself a little half-smile, a place for the ache to gather and release. “I do hope all is well in your lands. That all are well.”
On the break of her words fell the sudden silence. NightTears stiffened; she moved closer on reflex, into the protective stance Silk wore like a second skin. Only, she could not fight the strike of the wind, rushing far and through and taking the fog with it.
Web blinked the dryness from her eyes. There, in the moonlight before her, stood another Serian. Mare, crowned in shifting night—less here, NightTears had said. So, this is who he’d Seen, striking enough to almost overshadow the two beside her. The pair they’d seen earlier, before the fog had swallowed their sight.
And she bade them call her Cipher, out of her many names. Drifting and rooted, lost and found—she spoke the way Sethe did, reminded of old days and Old Ways. Some knowledge Web felt moving through her, some forgotten call she'd placed too far out of reach. NightTears tilted his head, just slightly, and she wondered if he felt a shadow of the same.
There was a gleam of—something, in the shot silver of those eyes. Eyes. A familiar touch, there, in the tether of her soul. The familiar weight, watching through her skin. She bowed her head in return. “Wariness is a gift to many a wanderer, I’ve found. Seems wise to use it when lands are strange, and we may be strangers yet.” The weft of her mane had torn slightly in the draft; she re-spun, resettled it along her neck. “My name is Web, born of Deep Shadows. I thank you for your welcome, Cipher, and well met, Vineda, Shamrock.”
At her side, NightTears mimicked Shamrock’s elegant gesture. “I am NightTears,” he said, soft yet clear. “Born from the Circle of the Fallen Star.” As he rose, he nodded to each new face in turn, before his gaze returned to the mare’s. “Your people—are they so different from those you name Bonded?”
A bit of a bold question, in the same straightforward vein Vineda was taking—Web wouldn’t have expected it from him, their distant one. Hellion said his soul ran deep, and no more. But that was their secret, and—hummed the touch in her mind—belonging to them.
See for me. Hear for me. So spoke her will.
(ooc: I'm using Chrome, and I hadn't noticed much difference when I pulled the image up on IE--but I don't have any other browsers installed, so I'm drawing from a limited sample ^^;;))