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12-10-2014, 12:53 AM
As they venture onward, Cera is reminded of how beautiful the caverns really were. The gems gleamed and glowed with unnatural light, casting shadows on the floor as the pair moved, dancing and melding as if the two creatures were one. Shadows had no concept of individuality, and it was almost endearing, seeing how they were turned into a singular concept beneath the flickering light. Or maybe he was being sentimental. His sadness seems to shove her into motion, and she leaps to his side, the pair stumbling as they fall together like jigsaw pieces. Nostalgia flows through him like the little streams they bypass as his wing moves to settle over her, their feathers interlocking pleasantly as the underside of his wing met the outside of her own. He tugs her closer, a smile creeping up on his lips. Craning his neck he returns the little hug as well as he can, sharing her warmth and listening to the soft soprano of her voice. It's pleasing, reassuring him that maybe he can be forgiven after all for being so absent from her life as of late. "Flying! Would you allow me to help teach you, Ama? It would be an honor." Though she is no longer the little filly he remembers, he cannot help but still see her as such. Was that bad of him? After all, she deserved to be seen as the flowering mare she was. Cera felt lost, not sure how to best act around her anymore. Amani was absolutely beautiful, but he saw in her the baby sister Ranjiri used to be for him. Was it appropriate to act like that with Amani? As they entered the crystal cavern, he leaned away from her for a moment, plucking a loose gem from the wall and holding it in his lips delicately, nudging her back to the glowing room. There, he retrieves one of the pulsing vines, and sets about awkwardly wrapping it around the crystal until it is secure to his satisfaction. He then turns to wind it and braid it into Amani's hair, the gem a beautiful pink wrapped in glowing mint-colored vines. He smiles at her, lips freed once more. "A beautiful gem for a beautiful mare," he cooed softly, warm green eyes seeking out her own. Would she like the gift? After all, it was not something he had truly made. She could have acquired it on her own. |
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