Posted by lv i pirate on June 16, 2008, 7:10 am
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Pirate Flew to the Academy, not, as before, to simply emerse himself wholly in his gentle element, but to gain time; for the first time in his life, he is impatient. He has to get there, get there now, get there two minutes ago; it is a trait wholly in contest with his very personality. But then, this seems to be a time of firsts. It is the first time he has felt anything but patience; but it is also the first time he has felt anything but contentment, detached, aloof (and now, he realizes - cold) contentment with the way things are, and are going to be. The chestnut stallion, awash in the brilliant sunlight of mid-morning, realizes that before this, he was nothing; he was an uncaring stallion masquerading as someone happy. He had nothing, for happiness, although he had much. But is an Element, and a rank, really enough to make one like Pirate happy? One who holds near to no significance in prestige and has only the barest understanding of the need for a hierarchy?
It is not enough. It never was; Pirate knows this now. But Pirate has also discovered that he is very, very good at fooling himself, even if he is physically incapable of lying to others.
In a way, Pirate is grateful for this discovery. It gives him a chance to re-assess himself, and as we know, Pirate loves nothing more than to think, explore, discover - it is fascinating, in a way, to pick apart his own mind. But there is something else, because today, Pirate is a stallion of contradictions, and he feels fragile. Fragile in a way that his fleeting Element cannot understand, fragile in a way that does not stem from his tiny stature. He feels breakable without his solid morals, his statuesque outlook; without something concrete to believe in his mind, Pirate feels inadequate, barely there.
As he descends, his wings slicing through the currents of air that he is completely emersed within, Pirate knows that she can fix that. But she is not here to help him; he is here for her. Because the Elements have made them friends - more than friends - but they have also made her his student, and as teacher Pirate must help her. Even if she doesn't need help, he must be the teacher.
Everyone needs help, Pirate thinks, almost pleadingly, because at the thought of helping Acacia Pirate realizes something else about himself; he has, in the short time between their meetings, idolized her. Acacia, needing help? It seems strange to Pirate to think such a thing, when the little mare had done so much to help him. (In reality, what she had done was make him re-assess himself, his mind, his actions - Pirate is still progressing, though, changing, and she helped him realize that such a thing needed doing. Strange, how a conversation in the Glade that, for the most part, did not have much to do with Pirate, could make him think so hard about himself. Little did he know that women had this power over all men, and what he feels is normal.)
They come together beneath a tree, sagging with age, the vines that simultaneously decorate it and choke it hanging to the ground, shrouding them in a cage of green. The red stallion can taste her mind, like a honeysuckle blossom, but he does not enter it. He likes that he has that choice. "Acacia." He smiles, because it is all he can do when he sees her; he is helpless, and for the first time (again, it is a precedent; will nothing feel familiar anymore?) he is glad that she cannot read his mind like he could hers. And in his confusion, in his utter helplessness (but his strange joy to be so, if only because it is because of her) he can say no more, and do no more. He watches her, and he smiles, and his coat is chestnut. These are all things that he positively cannot change, and does not want to.
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