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02-07-2015, 06:21 PM
 “Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
― Leonardo da Vinci The heat of Tallsun was what drove me to lurk within the moderate coolness of the caves. It was out of the horrid midday sun, and also gave me a chance to further explore the strange cave. My last trip here had been to see two specters(The identity of one I discovered, the other remained secret to me) and a giant turkey(I still don't understand that). I hoped, well, prayed rather, that this would be far less eventful. Hooves click on stone as I journey deeper, my glowing bags illuminating the area rather well. It was a comforting glow, one that pulsed gently, guiding me and making sure I do not fall as I did the first time I had come here. For a while, there is nothing but cave, and I am ready to leave. But something...something catches my eye. As last time, within one of the caves is an egg. Yet this one is far different than the one before. It does not exude that same aura, nor does it have a guardian(At least none that I can see). For all tense and purposes...it is alone. Carefully I approach, lowering my head to look at the pale white shell. On further inspection, it is a myriad of colors, like one of the pale opals I had in my bags, and I looked at it in wonder. Such a beautiful thing... where were it's guardians? It's mother? I look around, confused, for I am alone in this place, before I look back down to the egg. Without care the child would perish, yet how could I take it? Even if my feet were rooted to place, refusing to obey my command to leave. Fuck it. I gingerly roll the egg out of it's haphazard nest of lichen and pebbles, settling in it's stead the large opal from my bag, a silver chain attached to the stone. I figured it was an amulet, akin to the one the Sun god gave me, but I had no need for it. It was my way of an apology, and a shit-poor one. Carefully, I crouch and open one of my chest pouches, gingerly rolling the egg inside. It fits perfectly, and I can feel the little vessel against my chest, against my heart, and cannot imagine a better place for it. I take one last look at the nest, a mixture of guilt and exhilaration in my breast before I turn and leave the place, my earthen amulet gleaming in the light where a far more precious gem had been. "Bucephalus speaks" "Altan speaks" |
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