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08-19-2014, 07:38 AM
The silence stretched on.
And on.
And on.
It gave my thoughts time to tumble into place. I could hear my rattly breaths going in and out of my nostrils, my mouth closing as I recovered from my shock, at least enough so that I could compose myself better. I was not a seasoned professional in hiding all that went on within me, though I did my best to guard myself, I wore my emotions upon my pelt, they danced across the skies when my magic escaped the grips of my control.
Though I tensed when Brisa stepped forward, I didn't stop her, I more wondered what the spotted steed's reaction would be to it. It was the innocent query of Aeolus that snapped me from my silence, causing a grin to spread upon my lips, and a gentle laugh to echo in my throat. I remembered a time when I had asked a similar question, and for once I didn't let the memory become tainted by the darkness that had clouded my mind since those long-ago, innocent moments.
"I touched them once," I leaned down low, to speak in conspiring tones to the colts. "And a spot grew on my nose!" I exclaimed, putting the same excitement into my tones that my father had put into them when he had told me the same tall tale some four years past. "Let's hope your Mum is immune," I whisper sadly, smirking deviously to the other adults present. Was it a credit or a detriment to my personality that I was so much more comfortable interacting with the young colts than the adults?
[ @[Mauja] & @[Brisa] ]
And on.
And on.
It gave my thoughts time to tumble into place. I could hear my rattly breaths going in and out of my nostrils, my mouth closing as I recovered from my shock, at least enough so that I could compose myself better. I was not a seasoned professional in hiding all that went on within me, though I did my best to guard myself, I wore my emotions upon my pelt, they danced across the skies when my magic escaped the grips of my control.
Though I tensed when Brisa stepped forward, I didn't stop her, I more wondered what the spotted steed's reaction would be to it. It was the innocent query of Aeolus that snapped me from my silence, causing a grin to spread upon my lips, and a gentle laugh to echo in my throat. I remembered a time when I had asked a similar question, and for once I didn't let the memory become tainted by the darkness that had clouded my mind since those long-ago, innocent moments.
"I touched them once," I leaned down low, to speak in conspiring tones to the colts. "And a spot grew on my nose!" I exclaimed, putting the same excitement into my tones that my father had put into them when he had told me the same tall tale some four years past. "Let's hope your Mum is immune," I whisper sadly, smirking deviously to the other adults present. Was it a credit or a detriment to my personality that I was so much more comfortable interacting with the young colts than the adults?
[ @[Mauja] & @[Brisa] ]
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts
I write what I feel at the time
and hope everyone else does the same c:
