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The raw burning reels Ru far from the depths of a heart’s somber appetite. She grits her teeth, forces to fill her lungs full and embrace the pain. Water collects at the edges of her eyes, a gush away from drawling down her face. She can take it, she tries to soothe. Mentally jabbing herself with caustic amusement, shuffling her spirits with a mild annoyance, but none that sends the youth into a sour state. Is this what it felt like to be alive? To be so aware of the vulnerability one could possess?
Another snort escapes her, pastel eyes rolling in their sockets. Just get up already. About to lift her head from the harsh earth, she fails to see or recognize the approaching figure before it’s right there, upon her and over. Large and tall, from the vantage of the ground, the girl rears her head high and up with flattened ears. Constricting her throat, closing off her chance to squeal childishly in surprise.
Perhaps they are just as shocked and curious as she? They stop in time, giving the youth enough pause and space to lunge up and back onto her feet. A visible grimace crosses Ru’s face, from the narrowing of her eyes to the tightness inhabiting her face. A sharp breath releases; an attempt to calm her features – ease those wings beside her. By now the stranger has spoken, lyrics that press into the air with what seems to be a measured calmness. Like sweet rainwater, how foreign and new this sound was.
Alas Ru locks eyes with the obsidian pegasi, and nods to confirm that she was, indeed, ’fine’. Far too eager to impose strength, to embody self-sufficiency in the eyes of the older female. Too naïve to realize what true perseverance or fortitude prevailed in, what skins and characteristics it might chase – like always, Ru could dream, and imagine by all impossible means. While the other mare continues, Ru tests if she is truly fine, and if the surface wounds are any deeper than what she assumes. Expanding her wings and gently flapping them, flexing and stretching; she notes the fine details; Lyanna, Moon Doctor and the Edge.
The Edge? World’s Edge?
Ru stops what she’s doing, eyes light up and meet Lyanna’s. A curious bubbling trill exits her maw. The youth extends one of her brindled, slightly bloodied limb and paws the earth a few times – before tossing her head to Lyanna. Exaggerating her motions, she sweeps her gaze about them – pointedly grasping the mists that hugged and trapped them.
Shifting in her spot, albeit stiffly at first, she regards the steep edge behind her. Nearly lost in the thick blankets of night’s breaking, procuring a sharp snort from sooty nostrils. Never again. And for a moment her expression would have remained serious, taught, nearly indifferent in the hopes of deflecting the mare’s concern. But as she regards the other, her vacant expression upturns into a grinning, aloof one. Shaking her head with the very thought of her arrival, and the possibilities of ‘what ifs’, melting away as Ru began to move further from her spot. Settling just to the side and frowning from her injuries.
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