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be careful making wishes in the dark Posted on December 3, 2025 at 00:25:39 AM by imshael
Tell mother I've decided to leave.
Imshael stared up at his big brother, his green eyes fever bright, even as his heart trembled in his narrow chest. In some ways, he knew this was coming. Their father had left, and Oberon's twin, and their sisters. And then his mother had left. And now...
I want to explore the main island.
The colt nodded stiffly to acknowledge his brother's words, turning his face away from him to hide the hurt he couldn't hold in, under the pretense of looking across the strait to the large island of which Oberon had spoken.
There's more to this world than just Atlantis.
And the words stirred something in the boy, planted a seed of curiosity. Or perhaps, more accurately, woke something up in him that had been lying dormant within since birth. Perhaps he was too young yet to leave Atlantis by himself, but the Shore was nearly empty now, and soon there would be no-one to stop him from exploring the rest of the island.
I want to find my place in it.
There was that word again - want. It resonated deeply within Imshael, feeling like it was filling the space between his lungs when he drew in a trembling breath. He turned his eyes back to focus on his brother. If Oberon's yearning called to him from across the saltwater strait, Imshael wouldn't have stopped him, even if he'd had the size and strength to do so. How could he ask Oberon to stay, when what he wanted was out there, waiting to be discovered?
He managed a bright smile at the words his brother spoke, determined to not be the reason that Oberon stayed. At least he knew where Oberon was going. There was comfort to be found in that, even if - ultimately - it wouldn't be useful to him, since he could hardly follow after him alone. “And you'll never break your promises.” It was all Imshael said, and then he turned away, retreating further up the beach, so that Oberon would carry less guilt with him when the water bore him away. Imshael would be fine by himself until their mother returned for him. That was the promise he made, conveyed through actions rather than words.
But he watched as Oberon's figure grew smaller and smaller as he swam away, and he ended up splashing into the shallows. And he lingered there, long after Oberon vanished from view, until the incoming tide pulled at his legs and had him retreating to linger in the treeline.
When Marceline returned, as he knew she would, she carried the scent of earth and vegetation and a stranger. When she asked where Oberon was, he tried to explain, and felt his emotions get all tangled when she seemed to get angry, and said she'd go find Oberon and bring him back home. But then she'd explained they would go together - that she wouldn't leave him behind again, and Imshael had tucked himself close to her side. "Yes, mother," he'd murmured against the curve of her pale, spotted shoulder.
It had been frightening, the sensation of not having anything beneath his small hooves, of feeling weightless and even smaller than he already did as the waves tossed him around. But Marceline was right there, supporting him and guiding him along, so that his fear had quickly turned to exhilaration. And once he'd caught his breath when they'd made landfall, his green eyes had scanned the new terrain, as if hungrily drinking in every new sight, along with scent and sound. Even the trees were different here.
So followed, glad to be with his mother, and to experience something of what Oberon had been talking about, as Imshael had understood it. Perhaps when they found his brother, Imshael would speak up to defend his choice, to say that it was only fair that Oberon got to go where he wanted, just like everyone else had before him - it was the least he could do to make up for the fact that Marceline had come after him... Not that he thought it would make any difference in the long run, because his mother was mighty in his eyes. The light was fading, but he knew that he would be safe with her, and hastened to her side when she beckoned him.
"Did you find him, mother?" Imshael asked softly, peering out into the dusk, ears swiveling and muzzle angled into the wind, searching for a hint of the familiar.
imshael // classic champagne roan colt // asmodeus x marceline