by /nyx. » Sat Aug 28, 2021 3:55 pm
Username: /nyx.
Name: Vayu
Gender: stallion
Prompt: "I am not your knight in shining armor..."
They stood outside the medieval fortress, heedless of the gloomy clouds drifting overhead. Vayu observed his friend, the mare. Soon, their riders would part — set off on their own, separate journeys. This might be the last time they saw each other ‘til the end of their days...
...and they were both sulking.
Vayu took a deep breath. Days ago, he messed up. Before it was too late… Time to set things right.
“Aëlla,” the stallion warned, saddened. “I am not your knight in shining armour.“
The mare lifted her head, eyes gleaming, searching. She straightened her ears, making sure that her words would not be overheard by anyone but him.
“Do you remember when we first met?”
Vayu paused. The memory flashed through his mind, and he fought the urge to paw in frustration. What game was she playing?
“I do,” he replied, albeit stilted. “You were in trouble. My rider and I were nearby. Your wind reached out; I answered. My rider saved your rider. It was my wind that saved you.”
Aëlla huffed a disagreement, “You saved me. You are an extension of your wind. You saved me once, then again, and again.”
Unfortunately, Aëlla and her rider had a penchant for trouble. Vayu and his rider had a penchant for rescues. But that was beside the point.
“A knight,” Vayu nearly squealed (aggressive), “must be grounded, chained loyally to the earth. Aëlla, you know who I am. I am not a knight. No matter what comes to taunt me, I am forever of the wind.”
“I am also of the wind,” Aëlla retorted. “Otherwise, you would not have saved me.”
“Then you know that we are not compatible, just as our riders are not.”
Aëlla regarded him carefully, then let her tail go slack. Vayu let out a relieved sigh. He despised fighting with his friends.
“I am not,” the stallion repeated, “your knight in shining armor.”
“Then I,” the mare allowed, “will not play your damsel in distress.”
Abruptly, Vayu snorted, “Are you capable of not racing headfirst into trouble? Will you be fine without me?”
“Of course I will be,” Aëlla responded. “My rider is more experienced now; he doesn’t need yours to be perpetually watching his back.”
At that moment, the loud babble of humans filled the air; the horses’ riders shook hands, then approached their steeds.
“I suppose this is goodbye,” Vayu sighed.
Aëlla’s rider mounted her, and the mare confirmed, “It is. Good luck.”
“Ride well,” Vayu echoed the sentiment.
Then, his rider mounted and off they went. One with the wind, wandering wherever the winds wanted them to go. Vayu didn’t know what would hurt more — if he encountered Aëlla once again in passing, or if their paths never crossed again.