Scarecrow

There was always that moment of "ah-ha!" when in the presence of anyone new. Everyone, rightfully so, took talking for granted. It was so abnormal to lack a voice, that it was more rare than the magic that he possessed. He had come across others with magic, but none with a voice. I guess that made Cerin a double minority right? At the sound of Aakesh's voice, Cerin bobbed his head heavily. He was right, not a sound would escape this guy. A few more moments passed by, and Cerin gazed at the purple boy who seemed so intent of his little pendant. A small, creeping smile creeped up onto his lips. It was faint, but still there nonetheless. Watching people come up with a name was always quite the experience. Normally he was Scarecrow, sometimes he was hay, two-legged, the list goes on and on. So when he was finally dubbed crow, a silent laugh escaped his body. His movements suggested something of laughter, but again, silence. Eventually though, his fit of laughter died down and he nodded. Crow was better than Scarecrow, and a little more memorable to.

So began Cerin and his flailing. The sand dipped over his hooves with each impact. Small explosions of it spread, scratching against his skin. It was a discomfort he had grown used to. Pausing for a moment, his head look at Aakesh with a look of amusement. Would he run? Would he let Cerin have a rare moment of fun? Suddenly Aakesh's voice erupts, and it's just the answer Cerin was waiting for. A large, toothy grin followed, as he lined up near Aakesh for the countdown.

One... Two.. Three!

And he was off. Aakesh wasted no time, lucky him, he got the countdown. See, that was the unfair part because Aakesh knew the exact moment of take-off. No worries though, Cerin had confidence he could catch up. If there was a single thing Cerin was good at, it was moving and running. He had been built strong, so he may as well put it to use when he can. Green eyes twinkled with delight as he picked up into a gallop. His hooves dug into the sand harshly. It was ripped from it's resting place and thrown behind him, his breathing was labored, but it was so worth it! Glancing over at Aakesh, Cerin's eyes narrowed. If he dare use his wings.. well then Cerin wins by default right? He would never cheat.. or would he?

Glancing forward the rocky part of the shore began to come into view. Cerin snorted, trying to grab Aakesh's attention. That would be their ending point. Even though Cerin loved running, the sand always took a toll on him. It was so hard to run in! Coiling his muscles, he unleashed another burst of strength, hoping to push himself up and away from Aakesh.

these words are all we have