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01-26-2014, 07:05 PM
Silas wheeled beneath the vast, dim canopy of damp rock at last. Intoxicating relief engulfed his being just as overwhelmingly as it spread through the hum of his beloved’s mind, and the guttural sound of his cry filled the space there below the earth. Adrenaline stilled simmered thrilling fear through the pulse of his veins, and for a long while he could not stop at all, to bath in the glorious security embracing them. He fluttered between the supple branches of ethereal trees; the cloud of their glowing leaves far more beautiful than any rich rainforest above, and after a long while, his heart’s beating pace began to steady. Worry had dissolved from the light-golden gaze of the mare as she turned with trembling nostrils and heaving breath to fumble admiringly about his downy black-brown ears with her lips. "Yep," she answered as quietly and soothingly as her rasping lungs could manage when he repeated her revelation "We can both rest now. Start from scratch if you like even..." The airy sound of her soft giggling billowed around them like a warm summer breeze, and she let weary legs fold beneath the dead weight of her frame. "Come lie with me," the dappled mare suggested, feeling the cushy comfort of thick matted of moss and strange grass beneath. Her only wing lay beneath the roll of her barrel; it could not gesture for him in typical Pegasus fashion, so her long white-drenched forelegs curled instead to offer a comforting cradle should he wish to rest against her sweaty warmth. Even if he fell away, bold and independent like his behaviour suggested he might, she would not mind, and the Oracle’s face lifted to scout through the few bodies loitering around the room. "Where have you come from Marco. Tell me about yourself and your travels." A humbling quiet fell upon them as her voice faded away, and the lengthy tilt of attentive ears trained upon the young horse. Africa |
