[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by isadore; a child on March 30, 2009, 4:10 am, in reply to "there is no wreckage ; there is only this, only us ; II - THE LAST"
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The desert-crafted child was wandering the dunes. She steps across ridges and eyes sweep across the sands. When Isadore spots her mother and Kail – something of a feline uncle – she heads towards them. However the water filly, with a fire-coloured body, stops when she sees The Nightmare, and crease furrow along her small delicate face.
So Isadore watches her mother, until it’s too late. When sees the Naptha’s lines form that dominance, and the scattered members of Ni’Srilan, does Isadore need to be there. She knows her mother wants none of them to fight, to go forth, but this was all the child had. Her mother and desert. And to the poor naïve, innocence that was Isadore (although she would not believe it herself), one would not exist without the other.
So she runs.
Isadore is the desert as she runs – as she leaves her water in rivers behind her – it wanted to flee from the lighting, that reflected in her wide beryl-hazel eyes.
So it stayed behind her as a cry released from her mouth, louder than it had been before.
“No!”
It chokes on her lungs, as she watches the lion falls. His name pushes against her pink and sooty lips, and she is too far away to leap in front of her mother and the diadem.
The child who should be the Princess of the Vipers, scrambles next to her mother as the diadem shatters, and the pieces fly over her pale body.
Her place white body now lacerated, and the shards fleck through the snowy mane and tail of her daughter.
Osprey feathers tumble behind them, and catch against the ridges in her body, and strands of her tail.
For some reason, the silver bay thinks of the colt in Desreál, and she whispers, trembling, to her mother,
“Come…
…come with me…
?”
isadore
From the burnt sands.
H y p a t i a x S t e r l i n g
And the flooded lands.
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