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As the blue gloom of night melted away through the hidden valley and the last faint wink of starlight vanished in the soft hue of the dawn sky above, the one-winged mare stirred where she hid still in the cave that had sheltered her arrival during the final hours of Frostfall mere days before. It was a prison cell she had come to understand, but she remained unmoved by that fact, undeterred entirely about bedding there because thus far there had been no visitors – no cunning eyes to discover the true whereabouts of a missing Sultana. Pale yellow eyes glanced outside to survey the area surrounding while long, lean legs unfurled beneath; she lifted across them and stretched away the stiffness that riddled her constantly these days (a combination or inactivity and poor health). Birdsong’s warmth did not smite winter with the brilliant intensity of previous years. A sheet of thin ice persisted, resting across the surface of the crystal blue water nearby and Africa tested it with a chipped beige hoof whenever she dared leave the security of the cave Midas had brought her to. She was so terrified about those of the desert finding her so soon, but flames danced eternally along her arched crest; licking through thick tattered grey tendrils of mane as a constant reminder of everything she had abandoned - a beacon glistening, betraying. Nevertheless, the one-winged mare forced a brave smile and thought of the Gallant, their time hidden away from the blizzard together with Silas, Fina and Neve, his ascension to immortality – anything that was good in the world, and moments too that warmed her to the core. Her stomach growled ferociously. Silas woke as the mare’s pointed hips beneath began to rock, her body to move beyond the walls of the prison. He stretched each wing down with a gaping yawn before fluttering ahead to an old, shaggy pine tree from whose towering pinnacle he could stand watch. The ice had softened at last. Africa struck it wishfully and to her relief it split, shattered, revealing the icy fluid lying dormant beneath. Eagerly she brushed thin moist lips across it, testing, tasting, and finally they plunged so she could drink.  |
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Couchsurfing - by Africa - 12-08-2014, 12:39 PM
RE: Couchsurfing - by Adelis - 12-08-2014, 03:08 PM
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RE: Couchsurfing - by Adelis - 12-16-2014, 03:28 PM
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