Meeting (Chapter 1)

Mirror

Half Moon

  I could still feel the arms around my body, holding me close.

  My wings had shrunk on their own, conserving whatever strength was in me.

  I could barely hear the sounds of my Nightshade.

  It was muffled and echo-y, as if far away.

  Or it was just me drifting from reality.

  All I could feel were the arms carrying me. I was oblivious to everything else.

  They carried me for what felt like hours.

  I couldnt open my eyes. I barely had enough strength to keep breathing.

  The footsteps beneath me were slow and precise, gently cradling me close to their chest.

  I could smell mild cologne.  I was too exhausted to decipher who's it was. All I knew was that it was familiar.

  I could hear the sounds around me become more defined.  As if sharpened like a blade.

  I could hear the click of my Nightshade's hooves and his breathing.

  I could feel his breath brush through my hair, sweeping across my face.

  I barely opened my eyes, and all I could see was black fabric.

  I felt my body being lifted and the feet beneath me step up.

  We were going up stairs.  I counted three.

  I heard the click of a door, and I heard Nightshade follow after.

  The door shut, and I was placed on something soft.

  The footsteps faded away for a second, and came back a few moments later.

  A fuzzy blanket was placed over me.

  I could manage a miniscule smirk, but I hoped it was enough to thank whoever carried me here.

  I felt long, cold fingers across my forehead.

  I heard a sigh.  "Please be okay."

  I knew that voice.  S.

  S carried me here.

  I felt a large head on my feet.  Nightshade.

  "You'll watch her for the night?"

  I heard an agreeing snort.

  His fingers wrapped around my hand and sqeezed.

  He let go and walked away.

  I passed out again.

Morning

  From my shins down I was numb.  Nightshade didn't move all night.