may we meet again [Arcturus] Jan 15, 2020 11:51:01 GMT -6
Post by Gwydion on Jan 15, 2020 11:51:01 GMT -6
Early in the morning, Gwydion lifted her head to the sky and called to her brother, Arcturus, asking him to meet with her near the coral reef if it pleased him and if, of course, he had the time to spare. Age had made them busier versions of themselves, as it so often did; but beneath Gwydion’s body, almost fully grown into her femininity, she was the same playful and carefree puppy. Her orange eyes had changed the least, reflecting the untainted youth that she still felt on the inside.
In the hotter months, Gwydion enjoyed the short swim to the coral reef. The feeling of the corals squelching beneath her paws always made her giggle like someone was whispering jokes into her ear and, perhaps, there was someone doing that. Gwydion would neither confirm nor deny, as part of her unique charm. She did not mind the odd looks she oftentimes received. She was having more fun than any of them.
Now, however, there was a thin sheet of ice covering the water. It would probably crackle and inevitably break beneath her weight, but there was something oddly serene and beautiful about the scene that Gwydion did not want to disturb. She was content to admire the corals from afar for now, even if it would be the last time that she ever got to do it.
She checked over her shoulder for a sign of Arcturus. She knew that her brother was preparing for the Agoge. As a female, Gwydion was not expected to participate. She could make a formal request to Hyperion if she wanted and, at times, she did want it, her only reason being to remain with Arcturus. That was not a sufficient enough reason, but if Gwydion cared enough to come up with a better lie than she trusted that she could. Ultimately, she decided that the Agoge was not for her. She did not want to distract Arcturus with her presence there and, possibly, interfere with his chances. Gwydion wholeheartedly believed that her brother would return from the Agoge victorious, more successful than any of the others; while he was doing that, making a name for himself in Kairos that was well deserved, Gwydion would be conquering her own milestones. She had yet to tell any of the others and, at this point, she was not even certain that she would, but Arcturus was different, special to her.
So she waited for him. There was excitement and anticipation swirling in her stomach, as there always was when she looked for him, but this time there was also nervousness, a feeling of overwhelm. Was this going to be a hard conversation? Would he tell her to stay? If he did, would she listen to him? Her ears flicked back as she struggled to make those decision in advance.