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 For days the silver marbled mare has been wandering from small island to small island (unbeknownst to her she is skirting Helovia’s east coast). The waters are chilly even though the air is taut with warmth. The waves crash against her white legs while she waddles gracefully onto shore. She looks back at the darkening orange sky of sunset, the islands she waded and swam away from fade into the distance. She snorts accordingly and skips back into motion – a smooth trot into the woods lining the beach. There are some logs and shallow ditches littering her way and she clears them easily, obstacles are something she’s become accustomed to. She moves fluidly through the needle pine trees, weaving in and out and over the roots curving out of the ground. She slows to a walk once she is a mile or so westward, away from the beaches and cold ocean water. She notices just now that in her odd sudden sense of rush she has forgotten to shake the wet salty water from her sleek coat. She does so immediately and continues on at a slow, observant walk, sweeping her eyes from left to right and keeping her ears opposite of one another. She comes upon a well beaten path; there are even some travelling it just now as she breaks from the woods rather unceremoniously. She walks in line with the rest, they’re spread very much apart but each one is moving to the same place. Tangere moves with the invisible current that pulls them and her toward something… She’s quite sure the mystery is no real mystery to her far away company. She ponders while she walks, listening to the irrelevant chatter of the others. Suddenly a small clearing opens among the pines and moonlight blankets all the other colors. Tangere moves into the light with little hesitation, taking mouthfuls of untouched grass as she moves along – her observant behavior never dropping. She moves toward a cold, un-salty fresh water brook with her head low and her lips ready to receive its nourishment to her thirst. She drinks for a while and this is the moment she lets her mind go into deep thought. CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
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