July 17, 2021, 03:50 PM
Having spent the day trying to navigate the edge of the lakeside, Reyes knows he has a long way to go. He would have it easier if he'd get over his fear of the water. It wasn't the same as the ocean; there was no lingering death-smell from rotting fish or sunbaked plant life. Nobody was going to come around the bend to raid his little encampment among the trees. He wasn't at-risk here. Still, such anxieties kept him from sleeping soundly. He ached to see his family again; he burned with envy for those that were still welcome within the Caldera's claim while he languished over his lack of control.
It wasn't his fault he'd attacked his son. The boy had come out of nowhere — a flash of gold, a body too close — hadn't they taught the children any manners? Granted Caracal was young and excitable at that, but it gave Reyes little clarity. Perhaps now the boy would know better than to race face-first in to others. All that Reyes could think about now, overtired and surprisingly emotional as the stars unfurled in the darkness overhead, was how deeply unfair everything was.
The sound of something splashing in the water drew his attention, in a vague sense. A twist of an ear first. The weary redirect of his eyes. He sat up a little more purposefully and with the slight height advantage, saw a silvering shape by the water. Nobody he knew; he thought.
But on the off-chance they were from the Caldera... He could try and make a good impression. Slowly turn the Redhawks to his side. That was desperation talking but, it was worth a shot. So he rose to his full (mediocre) height and tread the few wolf-lengths closer, hesitating at the last second because he didn't know where to begin.
The stranger had gone further as he'd approached, soaking in the water. Her body was a silver shimmer along the surface, vanishing as it went deeper. When she came up for air Reyes was certain he was imagining things — she was beautiful. Pale and thin, made thinner by the slick of water across her curves; so much like a crescent moon that Reyes thought, surely, this was some sort of trick. A dream, maybe. He was mightily tired.
It wasn't his fault he'd attacked his son. The boy had come out of nowhere — a flash of gold, a body too close — hadn't they taught the children any manners? Granted Caracal was young and excitable at that, but it gave Reyes little clarity. Perhaps now the boy would know better than to race face-first in to others. All that Reyes could think about now, overtired and surprisingly emotional as the stars unfurled in the darkness overhead, was how deeply unfair everything was.
The sound of something splashing in the water drew his attention, in a vague sense. A twist of an ear first. The weary redirect of his eyes. He sat up a little more purposefully and with the slight height advantage, saw a silvering shape by the water. Nobody he knew; he thought.
But on the off-chance they were from the Caldera... He could try and make a good impression. Slowly turn the Redhawks to his side. That was desperation talking but, it was worth a shot. So he rose to his full (mediocre) height and tread the few wolf-lengths closer, hesitating at the last second because he didn't know where to begin.
The stranger had gone further as he'd approached, soaking in the water. Her body was a silver shimmer along the surface, vanishing as it went deeper. When she came up for air Reyes was certain he was imagining things — she was beautiful. Pale and thin, made thinner by the slick of water across her curves; so much like a crescent moon that Reyes thought, surely, this was some sort of trick. A dream, maybe. He was mightily tired.
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〔❁〕Odoru hoshi - by Izumi - July 09, 2021, 11:12 PM
RE: 踊る星 - by Reyes (Ghost) - July 17, 2021, 03:50 PM