Ridge

Tyr paused as he heard the beckoning sound of Oswin, surprised that it had sounded ordinary, before she began to move towards him. His heart began to speed up in his chest, and he found his feathered hooves rooted to the earth below. As if he had somehow become a tree, unable to move from the place where he had been planted. When she finally parted the last fronds lingering between them, and her blue eyes found his, there were no traces of anything that he had envisioned. No hatred. No betrayal. No accusing expression that he would never be able to redeem himself from. Oswin was calm; steadfast as she had always been with him. Waiting for him to make the first move.


“I…” he tried, and failed, to speak first. He… what? Was a murderer? Tyr had already been that before Psych. The only difference now was the proof of a body. His ears twisted back (not pinned), and his weight shifted uncomfortably. Tyr could recall feeling this dread that welled up inside him, suffocating him, from when he was a colt standing before his sire, having to admit to his mistakes. But Oswin wasn’t like his sire. She would not leave him bloody and trembling, wanting to cry yet knowing if he did then further pain would be inflicted. Many of Tyr’s children might dislike him, even hate him for his absence, but at least he had not done what his own father had.


Dropping his head, and tilting it away, Tyr finally gave a heavy sigh that lifted and dropped his shoulders with wariness. “I lost control of myself.” he stated. Unable to hide from that fact. “I failed you.” What Tyr felt was the worst crime of all. “You took me from the Lagoon so that I would not succumb, yet I did anyways. Leaving your home and sisters was pointless in the end.”