Theea
see the city and the ocean mist
I hear something in the sand—hooves?
Squinting into the gathering gloom, I see the silhouette of a horse trotting its way toward my house. My brows knit, and I set down my cup as it comes into the dim light cast by the dying fire and... that's a unicorn, not a horse. A familiar one—
"Kysma," I gasp, and I abandon my mug and the porch, trying not to rush too much, I can't scare her off, not if it's really her.
My eyes are wide as I stare at her, exactly as I remember her. The firelight catches on her horn, on her coat, and I step toward her. I reach for her velvet nose, run a hand along her jaw. Closer I step and I can run my hand down her powerful neck, through her silken mane. I whisper her name again and wrap my arms around her neck, laughing a little, but it comes out like a sob.
"Where have you been?"
I let her go and step back so I can look at her properly, then run my hands along her shoulder, and I first go to start checking her hooves when I spot someone approaching. I step back from Kysma. Too tall for Remi or Ronin. Did Damien forget something?
But he comes into the light, and everything. stops.
Just stops. My heart, my breath, everything but the sound of my pulse in my ears.
He's wearing travel-worn clothes, a bag not unlike mine hanging off one shoulder. He smiles a little bit at me. I can see tears gathering in his eyes—in my eyes.
"Hi, Star."
All the air leaves my lungs at once, "Dad?" I wonder for a moment if this is even real. I'm afraid to reach out to him, like he'll go up in smoke or just... not be there.
Squinting into the gathering gloom, I see the silhouette of a horse trotting its way toward my house. My brows knit, and I set down my cup as it comes into the dim light cast by the dying fire and... that's a unicorn, not a horse. A familiar one—
"Kysma," I gasp, and I abandon my mug and the porch, trying not to rush too much, I can't scare her off, not if it's really her.
My eyes are wide as I stare at her, exactly as I remember her. The firelight catches on her horn, on her coat, and I step toward her. I reach for her velvet nose, run a hand along her jaw. Closer I step and I can run my hand down her powerful neck, through her silken mane. I whisper her name again and wrap my arms around her neck, laughing a little, but it comes out like a sob.
"Where have you been?"
I let her go and step back so I can look at her properly, then run my hands along her shoulder, and I first go to start checking her hooves when I spot someone approaching. I step back from Kysma. Too tall for Remi or Ronin. Did Damien forget something?
But he comes into the light, and everything. stops.
Just stops. My heart, my breath, everything but the sound of my pulse in my ears.
He's wearing travel-worn clothes, a bag not unlike mine hanging off one shoulder. He smiles a little bit at me. I can see tears gathering in his eyes—in my eyes.
"Hi, Star."
All the air leaves my lungs at once, "Dad?" I wonder for a moment if this is even real. I'm afraid to reach out to him, like he'll go up in smoke or just... not be there.
i wish you could be here for this
