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what the hell do i do. [africa!] - Aurelia - 03-26-2014 @[Africa], we may thread, finally! :D I stand on miles upon miles of desert where there are probably small animals (probably) burrowing in the sands. It'd be smart for me to hide this egg under layers of sand and just walk away, but I cannot bring myself to do that. Instead, I watch it until the ivory encasing shatters open revealing the head of a legless serpent, I close my eyes for a second. I hope I am not imagining this. I haven't gotten much sleep recently. Immediately after I reopen my eyes, the serpent slithers out of it's egg. I stare at it, half in shock and half in confusion. Do I let it go free or nurse it until it's older than let it go? I chose the second option and left the snake unnamed for now. Note, the stallion with Sabel, had offered the name Shilva, but I was still unsure if I should name it, or let it choose it's own name when it is freed into the wild. What the hell do I do? The image of Africa and Silas glitters into my confused brain. She would know what to do, she did, after all, she does have a companion of her own. Could I have a companion of my own? On some level, it feels wrong to steal an animal and make it mine, but isn't that what is supposed to happen? The snake curls around the ground for a few minutes, wondering how to look graceful while slithering, most likely. I am not perfect, neither are the horses around me. We can all make the wrong decision, but there is a chance the correct one will be chosen. Am I supposed to choose for myself? Will I be able to do the right thing later if I chose the wrong thing now? I take a deep breath in and allow myself to watch over this young animal. It's a coppered color, but it doesn't blend that easily into the orange sand. It'd probably blend well at home, in the woods. I cannot do anything, but watch the little baby look around with new eyes and allow myself to sigh. My lips part and I call her name. "Africa...?" My soft voice is carried far in the open expanse. I hope she will hear, or else I may be forced into leaving without seeing her. Plus, how am I supposed to carry this animal now? RE: what the hell do i do. [africa!] - Africa - 04-14-2014
RE: what the hell do i do. [africa!] - Aurelia - 04-21-2014 Somehow, she comes. She finds me in these vast rolling sand hills; perhaps she was looking for me? I am lacking in the knowledge she has, so I do not know how Africa works. Her brain is a large wilderness, unexplored by anyone but herself and Silas. The grass uncut, bushes untrimmed, and trees that have grown tall and wide. Her mind, to me, is like Helovia's lands. The warmth of this desert, the comforting coziness of the forests I live in. Maybe her mind turns dark like the shadow lands when thoughts of her wing being torn, pulled, or yanked off (I don't know how it happened, for I wasn't there, but I do assume). I can see all these lands in her mind... All but the snowy steppe or Basin. Africa's heart is not cold at all. Their seems to be a surplus of warmth and joy encased in her fat heart. I can't help, but compare myself to the dappled mare standing before me. She is healthy, happy, and strong. Whereas I am doubting my ability to care for this simple snake that slithers before me. As the wise mare halts a bit of a ways away from me, she speaks softly. Her voice nearly inaudible to my ears. Still, the tone of her voice laced across my ears. "Aurelia?" I start smiling, then crying. Crying. I lunge forwards, towards her. I carefully dance around my snake and by the time I do, I am hoping to stand by her, and embrace her. I try to let my head rest on her withers in the awkward embrace only a horse can do. "Africa! I've missed you so much." I squeal like the child I used to be. I've grown up so quickly. Will she still be mad at me for leaving her? Was she ever mad? Water continues to bubble in my ears for a moment, and I attempt to man up some and stop crying. Only a few more seconds and the tears have vanished. My newly golden nose-bridge is covered by my insanely long forelock. Now that I realize it, my hair is way overgrown. My coat is still thick from winter, but I am shedding a lot. Is Africa going to be coated in my hairiness? I guess it wouldn't be tooooo bad if she was. A few gold accents on her wouldn't be SO horrible. More like... bad, but not horrible. A gold Africa wouldn't be Africa, now would it be? Rostislav and Voodoo didn't seem to mind. Speaking of which, I have to tell Africa about my rendezvous with those two stallions. "Look, I have a snake friend!" I smile wildly as I retreat a step or two from where I think she is. Hopefully allowing a good distance between us. "Also, Africa... I think I'm going to be a mother." My smile fades to worry as I think about how young I am. I'm TWO, for crying out loud! What is she going to think? "Before you say anything, I need to know if you'd be willing to be the adoptive mother of the baby." I pause for a moment. I take a deep breath and then continue. "She or he's father is either Rostislav or Voodoo... I don't know which." Slowly, my little snake crawls next to my front right hoof before curling up into a coil and falling asleep. I'm so stupid, confused, lonely, lost, disheveled, angry, sad, but most of all disappointed in myself. Now, I hold my breath and hope for the best reaction from this mare. |