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12-18-2014, 02:21 PM
Regardless of the countless miracles Africa had both heard of and seen, the wonder of magic was still astonishing, awe-inspiring, and the ways in which it manifested still mostly took her breath away. Though bleary and burdened by ever rising fatigue, creamy eyes widened candidly at his revelation that the humble fish had been the source of his magic. She had witnessed the appearance of such unusual creatures, even those known mainly in myth or legend, on one or two occasions. It seemed the vast land beyond their little cave (even the pools and cliffs just outside), held secrets that defied all belief and reality; Helovia was a wonderland, and it had been too long since she had taken time to lose herself in its folds. His voice began to trail and fade beside her. Sleepy, watery eyes turned to find his and they were shining in the soft stew of waltzing firelight. Pooling within intricate honeyed hues was a quiet thoughtfulness; fondness and appreciation. For the second time in as many years Africa nestled down with the comfort and security he offered close by, and she pulled her front hooves in snug against her chest, chin dipping lower as each breath shortened with fading consciousness. She descended at last into an unbreakable sleep. As lashes closed and the strength in her body gave way, the one-winged mare descended into an ocean of dreams. There, standing upon a white sand shoreline with waves crumbling around her hooves, Africa watched Enyo the whale breech the waves beyond in salutation. All around the deep sea giant, sparkling, sleek golden scales shimmered in rich sunlight as the fish, her mysterious brethren, danced and played.  |
