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Alleo's gaze jerked back upward at the cry of a bird of prey and as it came between them he did shy back a step or two. Those talons and that beak were made for ripping and tearing flesh and he wanted to actually keep the flesh on his face somewhat intact and his eyes within their sockets. Rasta, however, didn't shy away, but cried more instead. The steps that he had taken back disappeared as he stepped toward her once more, muzzle extending to touch her forehead. He remembered how often his sisters would cry when they were home. It was on a daily basis that he would murmur words of encouragement to them, brush away tears, and let them use him as something to wipe their eyes and noses on. If Rasta would allow him to extend the same form of comfort to her that he had to his sisters then he would over and over again until her tears had been staunched and her splintered soul was pieced back together.
It was time for their game of charades to continue, he stallion guessed, when Rasta turned and walked to the pool that she had shoved him into several minutes earlier. She opened her mout to speak, he assumed, and no words came out. It was easy to figure out that she was trying to tell him about her voice, but what about it? When she turned and walked to the pool of water Alleo's first assumption was that she was thirsty, but she didn't drink any of the water, but headed to the tree that he had been thinking only several minutes ago was remarkably tall.
Her muzzle traveled up the length of the tree that she could reach and Alleo tilted an ear back. "Tree?" He paused as she looked to the sky and he frownd. "Sky." Tree sky made absolutely no sense to the stallion, so he knew that he had not correctly guessed what she was saying, he didn't need the shake of her head to know that much.
"Tree...." His gaze traveled up the length of the tree and for several minutes he was quiet before he spoke again. "Tall tree... tall sky." No, no, no. The sun peeked through the tree branches overhead and Alleo's ears flicked forward once more. "Tallsun?" He asked hesitantly. "Voice. No voice until Tallsun?" He thought it was a bit of a stretch, but he'd thought some of his other guesses had been a stretch and they'd been right.
He watched her as she left the pool of water and came to stand beside him, wondering if she thought the water was as cold as he had. That made him sidestep closer to Rasta, his larger frame brushing against hers as he began to look around once more. "Its getting late." He frowned because he knew that they wouldn't make it out of the forest before nightfall and he didn't know how much the temperature would drop and they were both wet and cold. "We should find a place to rest for the nigt then I'll take you back to the Throat in the morning." He offered, but if she didn't want to go back to the Throat he wouldn't make her.
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[P] one more day, one more time [abba]
