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ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge. The girl had started out life bold an adamant that everyone was doing things wrong. In her naivety and her too-clever mind, she had labeled those around her idiots because they didn't think the way she did: they didn't connect her dots and didn't move at her speed. However little by little life interfered and corrected what was quickly becoming a narrow view of things. On more than one occasion her ideas were challenged and she ended up the loser: Kahlua had proved to be more wise than the girl had originally thought, and the demi-child had believed that she found a friend, even though she thought the idea was impossible - to name just two.
Now the world was simply one heaving, breathing mass of confusion. There was so much that the girl didn't understand, and even more that she was ignorant of. Hell, she didn't even know the limits of her own blindness! She had discovered that she had family that she didn't know about, magic that she didn't know about ... how many more surprises was she in for?
The girl was quickly learning that she did not like surprises.
And so, in a body that was aging far too quickly, she had fled once again from the misty shrouds of the Edge. The inhabitants there knew her, judged her for her odd speech, her persistent golden gaze and her pesky questions. Her skull markings and blood splotched shoulder clearly marked her as anything but just one of them.
Rather than hiding away from the world in her raven form as she often did, today she decided that she would sink, and just disappear. If only for a little while.
Something about the brine and the crashing waves called her to the ocean. Perhaps it was simply in her blood, and there was no greater explanation for the weighty and adrenaline-fueled high she got from looking out across the sea. Whatever it was, the girl genuinely liked it. Although Tallsun blazed overhead, the water was still refreshingly cold. The girl inhaled sharply and her eyelids fluttered as the first spray crashed against her forelegs and up her chest. A smile of delight parted her dark lips as she waded in further, trying not to laugh out-loud.
The girl was happy. It felt new and exciting.
Closing her eyes, the girl lifted her chin to the sun, welcoming the rays that fell upon her. Her mismatched wings spread from her shoulders and extended outwards, warming themselves. As soon as she stopped moving, her magic began to take hold. Her hooves, dark and reddish began to fade to a grainy peach colour and melded in with the sands upon which she stood. From her knees down seemed to become almost transparent - but were clearly there ... they just appeared ... composed of fluid. The girl had never used her magic in such deep water before, and although she didn't look down to see the transformation, she could feel herself blending in with her surroundings.
Becoming one with the earth.
@[Kaj]
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