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07-30-2014, 09:41 PM
ooc:; this is shilva's burial thread. @[Africa] @[Rasta] I wouldn't mind if some of the World's Edge horses jumped on this. I would prefer if the conversations stayed off the topic of Aurelia's past foolishness. I want this to be completely about Shilva! :3
There is an unmistakable sadness in the air today as I head to the World's Edge. My wings are shut tightly so Shilva will not fall out of the grips of my left wing. Her limp corpse lifeless and still. It felt different to carry her when she was well and moving. Now, she feels heavier than normal. This is something I notice right away. The cold that her body releases sends shivers down my spine. Shilva is really dead.
I approach the borders of the World's Edge. The glass shards clearly ahead as I reluctantly continue on. One of my small ears slips backwards and the other stays erect as I slither to a halt before crossing the glass border. I remember Kahlua, Alysanne, Ruske, and I talking here. I believe my life was 12 times simpler then. Part of me wishes I could go back to that day and do everything correctly. I remember Aly showing us her new companion. Shilva was far less lovable then the bird Aly called her companion. Despite that, I loved Shilva. I remember speaking to Ampere in the caves about companions. And I understand her now. I wish to speak to her, but I have yet to see the blue and black mare in passing. I wish to join her cause. I wish to fight bonds.
I timidly look into the woods. Should I go in? Kahlua and Kaj gave me permission to be here, to bury my friend, but does that mean that I can cross the borders? "They gave me permission to be here." I whisper softly, my words barely audible. I tip-toe around glass shards, knowing all to well that if I step on one it would hurt like crazy. Now I amhome in the World's Edge. The scents are all too familiar and all too overpowering. I close my eyes for a second and continue on-wards, towards Shilva's favorite place-- the meadow and the cliff.
I know if I go to the meadows, I will be spotted, but today I do not care. There won't be any hiding today. In a way, I secretly hope Destrier will show up. I could really use a shoulder or an ear right now.
There is an unmistakable sadness in the air today as I head to the World's Edge. My wings are shut tightly so Shilva will not fall out of the grips of my left wing. Her limp corpse lifeless and still. It felt different to carry her when she was well and moving. Now, she feels heavier than normal. This is something I notice right away. The cold that her body releases sends shivers down my spine. Shilva is really dead.
I approach the borders of the World's Edge. The glass shards clearly ahead as I reluctantly continue on. One of my small ears slips backwards and the other stays erect as I slither to a halt before crossing the glass border. I remember Kahlua, Alysanne, Ruske, and I talking here. I believe my life was 12 times simpler then. Part of me wishes I could go back to that day and do everything correctly. I remember Aly showing us her new companion. Shilva was far less lovable then the bird Aly called her companion. Despite that, I loved Shilva. I remember speaking to Ampere in the caves about companions. And I understand her now. I wish to speak to her, but I have yet to see the blue and black mare in passing. I wish to join her cause. I wish to fight bonds.
I timidly look into the woods. Should I go in? Kahlua and Kaj gave me permission to be here, to bury my friend, but does that mean that I can cross the borders? "They gave me permission to be here." I whisper softly, my words barely audible. I tip-toe around glass shards, knowing all to well that if I step on one it would hurt like crazy. Now I am
I know if I go to the meadows, I will be spotted, but today I do not care. There won't be any hiding today. In a way, I secretly hope Destrier will show up. I could really use a shoulder or an ear right now.
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