They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
The tension boiled over and Africa’s young heart sank; though not fearfully or angrily, the spiralling situation which began to sizzle into supernatural electrical blue around her was just not the direction in which she had wished this strange, emotional meeting to go. At first she could not place the target for the blue mare’s anger, nor the aim of her unleashing magic- uncertainly, she just shuffled in place while the natural world around her danced with super-charged energy. She had seen nothing comparable in her lifetime- neither Deimos’s life leaching ability, nor the earth rumbling magic of Midas was this magnificent; so stark and... shocking.

All at once the enraged Pegasus had lunged forward with viciously sniping words, directed squarely at the bewildered, wide-eyed Africa. She had not the time to respond verbally, as the arcing ball of vivid blue electricity morphed into a mimic Zephyr, perhaps even the perfect copy of Silas. It came forward seemingly driven by the same fury which now seethed from its creator, to lash pitilessly at the confused expression dancing across the pale grey face. In truth the one-winged mare could find no reason behind such aggression; could not fathom the meaning concealed behind the creaming voice of the other and staggered backwards, head thrashing frantically backwards from side to side, through the air; desperate to be free of the sparkling creature which fluttered so belligerently centimetres from her blinking, overwhelmed eyes- pecking, zapping and ripping repeatedly at the taught canvas of skin, so that she began to bleed miniature streams of crimson (the engorged veins throughout her body were hot and swelling), and sting.

Africa had all but forgotten the Unicorn, and should Dalibor not have leapt so brazenly and selflessly to her defence, she might have aborted the whole recruitment mission and retreated through the tangle of woody undergrowth- with little desire to ever return.
As the yellow eyed stallion plunged his weight towards the out of control female, Silas stretched his wings and began to flap ever so slowly, his shining, angry eyes flashing through the mess now surrounding his beloved. He had seldom found the opportunity to practice his art, but enough had been mastered to fill him with confidence enough to aide Africa, and the spotted stallion who now rushed forward defensively.

Around Africa, the time began to slow in sharp spurts- perhaps only 20 seconds each time. It seemed enough though, for the dappled mare to wrench her face down to the side, clear of the counterfeit Zephyr’s harass, and scoot with clenched haunches forward beneath it. She could feel the writhing, pounding resentment in the heart of her bonded and spread to him a wave of bright-white gratitude, of unbridled love and reassurance- the young mare knew well that it was for her he now lifted so steadily into the air, and in return she seized the opportunity he had gifted. As bursting segments of slowed time flickered around them, Africa launched forwards as swiftly as her trembling legs would carry her to assist Dalibor as he appeared to jerk (through the fragments of time), towards the blue mare. The theory was that maybe together they would collide with the incensed creature, and easily knock her sparking from off centre- distracting (she hoped too), the spill of her magical abilities. Right as Africa arrived beside where she thought Dalibor to be, moments before her shoulder’s collision with the mare, Silas released his hold on time.


Ooc: It says that after 4 real months a companion is capable of their limited ability so I figured Silas could give it a go ;) hope that is alright with everyone- if not, or if I have broken a rule with something, I will happily tweak this post!

Also, Africa takes 3 + 4.5 points of damage from Ampere’s magic. Now HP: 39.5.

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