⬩ regret ⬩
▻ none (x none) ◅
She loved him. She did. She loved him but he just was so resistant. So much self-loathing that she had no room. Her red self is striking, the stars that she sported brighter (somehow) as she grows angrier. She had always had her father’s anger within. She was sharp in that anger too; sharp as the cry of the peregrine she was named after. Piercing and vicious as a stoop hitting the pigeon on it’s way towards the earth. Stabbing talons, crushing momentum. She is probably off the shoreline before Regret even realizes what it was that had made her so mad with him.
But to her, she had been preening and primping and showing off every possible angle that her mother had gifted her. She had exerted every feminine wile she could make up herself. She had even made a bit of a fool of herself picking a physical fight with him, bumping her hind into his shoulders and flinging her heels a bit.
Nothing could get him to get it. Nothing had woken him up out of his namesake. She wished he had just accepted her name for him, Ramil. Ramil like the bird who was colored so like him. Ramil and not Regret. She doesn’t even look behind to see if he followed her, she was so caught up in the red fire of her snit. Her rise onto the shore is fast and she acts as though she had not just swum the entire strait and traversed the whole of Salem. Part of her knows if she slowed down now, she might be too tired to fully make it to the Commons as she’d threatened.
OF THE EASTERN DUNES
▻ mare - arabian - chestnut rabicano with birdcatchers - 15.1 hh ◅