Searching for Solace [Rasta] [Bon]

[twi]

Amuna’s soft blue eyes, touches of amber visible in their depths, flicked about the clearing restlessly. The autumn wind whipped her mane back and forth, swishing her long forelock across in eyes and it stung painfully. She shivered a bit, watching the leaves chase each other aimlessly around her feet, kissing her soft skin with their crumbling edges every time a gust blew one towards her. Secretly, she was glad that they were the farthest north they could go. That meant they were as far away from the dreaded invasion as possible. Now, if they could just find this illusive Rasta and she assigned Bon a task that didn’t involve active fighting, Amuna would be happy. She shivered again, wishing winter would hurry up and come, so that it would be over sooner. How she loved the summer, the butterflies drifting lazily in the breeze instead of dry, dead leaves that seemed to cast a somber mood over everything. In her mind's eye, she could almost see their fluttering forms in the air, drifting around her and Bon, multi-colored wings creating a haze of beauty. What a romantic sight that would be, she thought with a little mental laugh. She had always invisioned spring as the season of rebirth, summer the season of golden bounty, winter the season of sleep and waiting, but Amuna had always felt that autumn was the season of death, when everything beautiful either left or died. She had heard rumors that Rama was invading the North this fall too, which only made the season worse for her. How she hated fear and uncertainty, not knowing what to do or where to go. Hopefully Rasta would provide some solace and direction for the two.

[lady shady]

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Bon’s ears pricked forward, and he kept his head held high as they moved further and further north, searching for the golden mare, Rasta. A cool breeze struck up somewhere in the trees, reaching down to ruffle his inky mane before stretching playful fingers out to the pearly mare beside him, letting its grasp linger a little longer in her flaxen mane. Bon didn’t blame the wind for its fascination with Amuna—as he turned towards her, the breeze lifted segments of her creamy tresses gently, making her even more stunning than she already was, at least in his eyes. The sight of her here by his side still sent a little shiver of delight and wonder down his spine. She had chosen to come with him, small old Bonaparte, nobody special before he’d met her. Bon noticed her trembling a bit from the chill, and he pressed a little closer, as close as he dared for now, in an attempt to warm her. ”How’re you holding up?” he asked, hoping that she wasn’t regretting her decision right about now. In fact, the whole thing still worried him a bit. He had been searching for Rasta for weeks before he’d stumbled upon Amuna (or rather, before she’d quite literally stumbled upon him, he remembered with a smile), and even now, after more searching, they still hadn’t found her. ”I’m sorry for the weather,” he continued, not realizing how ridiculous this sounded, as if he could control the elements. ”Hopefully we’ll find her soon.” This last statement was more to comfort himself than Moon, for as the days grew longer and the weather grew frostier…Bon shut his eyes. He wouldn’t think about that just yet, about the potential disaster that would loom over their heads if this had turned out to be a wild goose chase and he got them both stuck in the frigid north in the dead of winter. No, he wouldn’t go there just yet.

--behind the post--
poor Bon Bon’s worried :\

[Abba]

Heaven forbid
well aware of your sins in the wake I'll be just like all the rest
Past praying for

The pregnant golden mare slid through the trees with a tiny shake of her head. The red-tailed hawk glided through the sky and pulled down so that it landed directly in front of Bon's face. The hawk's soul recognized him and immediately marked the place for Rasta to catch up to. It wasn't long before her legs emerged from the brush. With a gentle nicker she stopped a couple feet away from the hawk - having had heard the sound of the stag's voice she had immediately pinned it down. "Bon! Long time no see!" she said, trying to keep her mind off of the war out there. "I see you have a friend here," she grinned before turning her head delicately towards the other mare, "I'm Rasta," then she turned back towards Bon. "As you probably already know by now, Rama has already advanced. I'm not sure how much longer this place will be safe..." she said, dropping her maw down and allowing her hawk to perch delicately upon her back.

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==into the mind
.180 words
.no muse... but it works...[/size]

[twi]

Amuna laughed out loud.
“No, it’s okay, I don’t mind the chill. Don’t apologize for the elements because I seem to be holding up.”
She didn’t reply to his last statement, only casting a worried glance in his direction. All that she could think of was what would Rasta assign him? The question nagged her unceasingly, gnawing at her consciousness until she wanted to scream. Thankfully she didn’t have to turn the matter over in her mind any longer, because before long a golden figure appeared in the distance. Could it be…?
She cantered forward, not wanting to wait any longer to catch her first glimpse of Rasta. As she drew nearer, it was all Amuna could do to keep her jaw from dropping open. No one had told her that the Alpha was blind! She was attempting to rearrange her features in a way that did not reflect her shock, when she realized that if Rasta was blind, then she obviously could not see her. Still, it was good practice for the future. Always smart not to let one’s emotions show too prominently.
She nodded in Rasta’s direction in acknowledgment of her greeting, then awkwardly stopped in mid-bob.
“Ah, please to meet you. I’m Moon.”
A sharp intake of breath soon followed those words when she heard Rasta’s dire announcement. Already? Amuna knew it was foolish, but she had almost hoped that Rama had changed his mind, pulled back his troops, something. But if he had already invaded, nowhere was safe anymore

[lady shady]

Et toi, dis moi, est ce que tu m'aimeras
Jusqu'à demain et tous les jours d'après
Que rien, non rien, ne s'arrêtera jamais
Si on devait mourir demain, moi, je t'aimerai

A glimmer of gold ahead of them, the cry of a hawk—and then Amuna rushed forward, effectively blocking his view. A gentle voice, a sound of recognition, and the unmistakable figure of Rasta met his eyes as Moon stepped aside. ”Rasta? he asked, almost not believing that they’d actually found her again. Bon stopped in front of her, bobbing into a small bow. When he looked up, the sight that met him unnerved him. Rasta was thinner than when he had left her, the sadness in the air around her was more palpable, her voice slightly strained as she spoke of the stag called Ramaskith invading her domain—and most alarmingly, he noticed the very obvious absence of Scath. He stifled a snort of fear and anger—what had happened to the black stallion? Hadn’t he been supposed to protect her? He would never leave her…would he? The thought was almost too terrible to contemplate. But Scath wouldn’t do that. Bon’s heart plummeted as he reached the conclusion that Scath must have been horribly wounded, perhaps fatally wounded, in protecting their queen. If so, Rasta was in even more danger than he’d thought. He never should have left her! Two small hot tears slid out of his right eye, streaming silently down his fawn-colored jaw. ”I’m sorry I left,” he murmured. ”I just thought…” Out of respect for Scath, or rather, what he tragically assumed was respect for Scath’s memory, he didn’t mention him. ”I just…it was a mistake.” Suddenly, he remembered Moon, standing there, lovely, silent. ”Oh…er…ah…” he stuttered, tongue suddenly fumbling with the words. ”Perhaps she already introduced herself, but allow me to…this is Moon.” he finished bashfully, eyes shining as he indicated her with a tilt of his head before remembering that Rasta couldn’t see what he was doing. Thankfully she couldn’t see the extremely embarrassed look on his face either now that he’d made such a fool of himself. ”We came to—I came to help,” Bon added hurriedly, eager to move on past his silly blunder. Besides, it was probably best to draw attention away from him and Moon for the moment—he remembered that Rasta was quite perceptive, and the last thing he needed was to stir up painful memories of her own deceased love.

--behind the post--
poor, naïve little Bon thinks Scath died defending Rasta
oh, and I also poke fun at his height at the beginning xD

[Abba]

Stars shining bright above you
night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you"
birds singing in a sycamore tree, "dream a little dream of me"

Rasta couldn't help but to laugh as little Bon stumbled over his words and apologized for leaving her. She was looking worse for the wear because she was pregnant - carrying around another being inside of her while running around these lands was what caused the pain. "Don't worry. You left because you had too. You thought I had someone - I thought I had someone until he turned. That stag you once saw me with - he's with Rama now," she said shaking her head in dismay. Her voice clouded with pain before her airy laugh filling the air. "Pleasure to meet you, Moon. Shocked I'm blind? I get it often." she added with a slight bob of the head. "It is nice to see that Bon is in capable hands." she said with a snort before turning back to Bon. He wanted to help? That was something different, something which she definately hadn't been expecting to hear from him. "You aren't fighting," she said with a shake of her head. Her audits flicked forwards as she thought over the options. "Knowledge is helpful. Knowledge is always helpful." she said pausing before looking between the two of them. "There is a bard - I'd bet she is looking for help. Go learn from her, learn all you can and if you are ever allowed free-time I'd love to know what you've learned that could help us. But I'd also like you too safe. You don't need to understand the pains of war - not yet," she said with a tiny sigh before bobbing her head. "Moon. She can join if she'd like. I understand the pain of being alone - I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Not even Rama himself," she finished before dropping her head down a little and bopping Bon's shoulder. "Are you up for it my little soldier?" she questioned before awaiting their answers.

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==into the mind
.329 words
.Wonderful little Rasta[/size]

[twi]

Amuna stared at Bon in surprise. He was…crying? She suddenly experienced the overwhelming desire to comfort him, but had no idea how. The moment passed before she could move, and he was introducing her to Rasta. She stared at him in befuddlement. She had gleaned that Bon thought Rasta had lost someone, but what did he have to do with it? She was so confused. Now Rasta was saying that she had not lost a love, but he had turned to the other side. Wasn’t a betrayal more cause for tears than a death? She looked worriedly at Bon, wondering if he was okay. She hoped he wasn’t mixed up in any of this.
Then the conversation turned to her and she glanced at the ground, ashamed that Rasta had sensed her surprise at her blindness. She hadn’t meant to be rude. But thankfully she didn’t seem to be angry. All her previous emotions were washed away when Rasta told Bon flatly, “You aren’t fighting”.
She was suddenly borne away on a river of happiness. Bon didn’t have to fight! All the following conversation was lost on Amuna, so delirious was she with joy.

[lady shady]

The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today, and black’s white today, and day’s night today…[/size]

Bon looked up in shock at Rasta’s confession—Scath was with Ramaskith?! But…when…how…? Confusion clouded his eyes, but the pain in Rasta’s voice kept him from questioning her. ”You’re not fighting,” she told him, moving on quickly, almost as if nothing had just happened. He tilted his head, unsure of whether or not to be relieved—he didn’t want to go into battle deep down, he knew, but this seemed too much of an easy way out. Besides, Rasta needed to be safe. How could he question her authority though? He shifted uneasily. ”But Rasta…what about you? How will you stay safe?”

In that moment, he happened to glance over at Amuna, standing quietly at his side with a dreamy yet content expression on her face. His side bumped hers softly and he smiled to himself, her happiness contagious. He’d often caught her looking like that—he never knew exactly where her thoughts were, but he wished that every once in a while he could join her. As if reading his thoughts—or perhaps reading his own expression—Rasta added that Moon could accompany him to…a bard? A bard was going to help keep Rasta safe? He sighed in frustration. ”Rasta, I just don’t understand how me going off to find a bard is going to help anyone…”

--behind the post--
Bon’s getting impatient xD