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Rhoa
Why did I think I could do this on my own? When did I develop such a big mouth and need to impress others? Stupid bird-lady. Stupid egg. I'm blaming them - it's far easier than any self-reflection I might try to engage myself in. Nopenopenope. Blaming the world, that's what it's about now. At least ... for the time being. I feel too alone right now to try and work through my demons and darkness. Maybe later, but for now ... for now I'll just stomach all those emotions and do what I need to.
And right now that means finding some glowing ... err. I realize that I'm not entirely sure. I just sort of volunteered and left. I know what glowing means (my wings do glow. Sort of. I suppose they actually burn but - er. Not the point). But what will be glowing? Rocks? Moss? Water? Animals? Hmm... I fold my wings to my flanks as I enter the caves. Luckily they aren't far from the Throat at all, so it didn't take me very long to get here, although I've never actually ventured below before. I know Father says that this is where they all hid when the wraith invasion happened. It's so weird to think about ... that everyone would just ... hide. Especially Father. I know there wasn't really anything they could do - the wraiths couldn't be fought - but it's still weird to imagine Father just .. waiting down here, in the darkness. Snorting I timidly peer around as my hooves clack against the hard ground. I open my wings a little so that the pulsing light can help illuminate the way.
Shivering slightly I look up into the opening one last time, wishing that I had asked someone to come with me. But the bird-lady told me to be brave ... but lately bravery seemed like it either means doing something stupid, or doing something that gets you hurt. Hopefully this will turn out to be neither.
"Okay. Glowing. That can't be too hard." I mumble to myself encouragingly as I begin to walk down one of the tunnels.
And right now that means finding some glowing ... err. I realize that I'm not entirely sure. I just sort of volunteered and left. I know what glowing means (my wings do glow. Sort of. I suppose they actually burn but - er. Not the point). But what will be glowing? Rocks? Moss? Water? Animals? Hmm... I fold my wings to my flanks as I enter the caves. Luckily they aren't far from the Throat at all, so it didn't take me very long to get here, although I've never actually ventured below before. I know Father says that this is where they all hid when the wraith invasion happened. It's so weird to think about ... that everyone would just ... hide. Especially Father. I know there wasn't really anything they could do - the wraiths couldn't be fought - but it's still weird to imagine Father just .. waiting down here, in the darkness. Snorting I timidly peer around as my hooves clack against the hard ground. I open my wings a little so that the pulsing light can help illuminate the way.
Shivering slightly I look up into the opening one last time, wishing that I had asked someone to come with me. But the bird-lady told me to be brave ... but lately bravery seemed like it either means doing something stupid, or doing something that gets you hurt. Hopefully this will turn out to be neither.
"Okay. Glowing. That can't be too hard." I mumble to myself encouragingly as I begin to walk down one of the tunnels.
