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 Her bird sat atop a marble gargoyle while she clacked her rounded feet against the chipped and beaten stone floor. She let her pink muzzle skim just over the rough surface of the ground, taking in its ancient and recent smells alike. Her bird is still an adolescent of sorts – their communication is clear, but brief. The bird and her have their connections solidified but they need more time to build into anything elaborate. She can feel him surveying, taking it all in, and he can feel her gathering information; their partnership is now a necessity to both. Tangere can hardly remember a time without him even though he hatched this recent frostfall. It was a lifetime ago – before the darkness set in completely and before she knew she would be living in those caves for so long. A hot shiver cuts down her spine and she jerks her thin, silky tail to slash against each hip. Her head rises to direct her sharp chocolate eyes on Phrixus, who returns her gaze with the blackness of his own stair. She flips her chin at him, purring a low whicker and he obeys the gentle command by hopping off his stone perch and gliding back to his usual spot among her scarred withers. She taps him lovingly with her rosy lips and moves on, out from underneath the colorful roof and back toward the path heading back Northward. They’re interrupted though, by a voice in the distance. The painted unicorn stops, propping her head and ears upright. Her bird shifts but she shh’s him for a moment, letting her eyes scan the landscape. She sees no one at first, but her birds incessant twitching and telepathic suggesting steers her eyes to a specific corner of the surrounding shrubbery. Horns seemed to suspended above the leaves, floating there oddly by themselves. Tangere and the white bird watched carefully as the girl’s face appeared beneath the long bones she wielded on her head. She mentally released Phrixus from his ‘leash’ and he immediately soared off toward the stranger, staying 30 ft or so above her, moving in smooth small circles. Images of the filly’s entire body from an aerial and side view flashes through her mind, its fuzzy and weak, but the red of her leg marking stands out in the silver mare’s mind. Something sparks in her head and she sets off on a rolling canter to greet the unknown child. “Hello.” Her voice is syrup on the hot, sticky air. There is no breeze at the moment and the bugs are starting to settle on the two horses standing in the open sunlight like bait. Tangere’s tail begins to toss as her bird finds a landing spot among her withers. “Where are you from?” Tang boldly asks this as she moves in to stand facing the filly head on, moving her eyes over the youthful structure under her grayish coat. Something is familiar but Tangere draws no explanation for herself. “” CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
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