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09-08-2012, 06:45 PM
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K T U L U and O P H E L I A For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands. Ktulu stared down at the glittering silver shell of the egg that she had won from the mermaids on the beach. She had been very careful as she moved it from the beach to the meadow and nestled it safely under the tree that she and her sister had spent many nights before joining the Throat. "This is a dragon egg, Hototo." She said to her son. "When it hatches from the egg it will bond with your Aunt Ophelia." The dark mare hoped that the dragon would make her sister happy where she could not. The struggle for the egg had been a long one, but Ktulu was glad that she had stuck through it to win it in the end. She remembered a time when she had wanted a dragon companion, herself, but now she found herself wishing for something more bound to the earth. To her God. Ktulu turned her head and brushed her muzzle gently across the top of her son's head. "One day you can have a dragon if you wish, for you carry equine blood in your veins." She smiled. "In fact, my son, you can have whatever companion your heart desires if you earn it." She lipped at Hototo's cheek then lifted her head, ears strained forward as she searched for her sister. This was their meeting place, Ophelia knew that if she was not in the Throat to look here. Still, Ktulu whinnied loudly for her sister.  |
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