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02-17-2015, 12:37 PM
Somebody has to go polish the stars
The journey from the Threshold to the Hidden Falls was a blessedly short one, and the mild day made it downright pleasant – at least for Kipling, whose own strength had rapidly returned to him in Helovia after his harsh travels through the hinterlands. Perhaps Arrane, the newcomer in his desolate condition, had other feelings about the brief jaunt to the north. Friendly as he was, Kipling wouldn’t know - empathy had never exactly been his strong suit.
Kipling’s massive bronze horn pointed the way like a compass needle, drawn magnetically to the familiar borders of his home. Gradually, the trees thinned and the ground grew rocky beneath his hooves. Despite his growing familiarity with the terrain, he still slipped and stumbled over the stones like a newborn foal wobbling around on hours-old legs. It was not just that he was clumsy, although that was certainly part of it, but it was more that he simply did not care. He fumbled along, flicking an ear back now and then when he remembered he was supposed to be paying some attention to his company.
At last, the thin veil of water emerged in front of him, the rushing falls humming their song of greeting. “You go through it!” Kipling announced proudly. As if to explain himself, without waiting for any further response, he flung himself haphazardly through the spray. “Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!” He cheered through his leap before landing gracelessly on the other side, legs splayed beneath him and horn waving furiously as an instinctive counterbalance. The novelty never seemd to wear off on him, and his heart thundered from the thrill of it.
Gathering himself, Kipling turned to face the sheet of water. “See?” He shouted over its noise, poking a hoof back through and sending water splashing out in all directions by way of explanation. “It’s fun!” He beamed and withdrew his leg, stepping back hastily to clear the landing.
OOC: OPEN. Liquid time, thread takes place in Birdsong. @[Africa] @[Arrane]
OOC: OPEN. Liquid time, thread takes place in Birdsong. @[Africa] @[Arrane]
Kipling
