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01-08-2015, 08:41 PM
As the magic waned gradually from her blood, her bones, the very essence sealed beneath rippling, prickling skin, Africa felt herself sinking very suddenly beneath a blanket of overwhelming fatigue; a weariness that compared not even to that inflicted by hunger. It was not painful, nor did nauseousness roll through her stomach – quite the contrary, the fluttering of one thousand trapped butterfly wings. Pastel eyes startled from the soft bed of carpet into which her vines had returned, and lunged upwards towards the steady golden gaze of her waiting Czar – he ushered towards her a caution, tender though it was, and flames flickered wildly the one-winged mare’s long slim bounced receptively. A broad smile pinched back the corners of her stormy-grey lips. Their reunion was to be a brief one, though at least one hour had been spared for them by the Gods, a moments grace to dabble in the fond friendship which seemed ever stronger for all of the grief shared between them through the years. Midas announced his exit, heralded by the return of fire and ice from the heavens, and a smooth sigh sailed between her teeth. "The never ending..." intermingling tone revealed quietly, without enough energy for anything brighter – she understood these days, truly, but the Gallant wore his responsibility beautifully. He always had. "Thank you." She answered his final notice with a fond smile, crest skewed behind her tired ashen expression. Africa was not disappointed to be bidding him farewell so soon, she was exhausted, utterly, and she could feel the weight of her lashes as they fluttered in vain effort to remain apart. The magic now gifted to her - the service owed to this merciful herd, would take some acclimatizing, but she was not intimidated by the journey ahead. In fact, a giddy excitement surged in waves through her standing core as she watched the brilliantly painted stallion turn to leave. She lingered only long enough to be certain he would not return suddenly, and then turned, herself, to nestle down beneath the mountain’s cold face and recover. Africa |
