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03-09-2015, 10:59 AM
If you could flick the switch and open your third eye
You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
The massive stallion flew over the frozen tundra, stretching his wings beyond the Dragon's Throat for the first time in some weeks. He left Mordecai sleeping at Megaera's side, confident the newly dubbed wetnurse would protect his daughter with her life. The blackened man was oblivious--or maybe he was simply ignoring--the fiery bay mare's discontent with her new position. In Einarr's mind, anyone in his new family should be willing to aid in the comfort and raising of his new daughter. He knew Gaucho would agree with him--their birth herds sharing so many ties and traditions--and Einarr would give this solid reason for any of Meg's disagreements against him. Alongside that, the tiny black filly found comfort and warmth at Megaera's side, and Einarr noticed the way the woman-warrior looked down on the child. He recognized the eyes of a mother, the way they softened when they moved over their progeny, and Einarr would dare to say that the puny mare's eyes mimicked this look. She may not have grown Mordecai in her body--something, somewhere deep and dark in the stallion's soul, he regretted--but she surely stood over the tiny girl with the fierceness and heart of a true mother.
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As the flew, suddenly, the flurry of movement below him caught his attention. Furrowing his brows, the massive pegasus tipped his wings and circled down. Landing in a trot in the frozen ground, Einarr approached the group. He stayed silent as he observed what was happening around him before he finally stepped forward and spoke. They all seemed to be trying to dig out a hole. Einarr did not understand why until he stepped forth--another pegasus on his right side--and looked down into the hole. The glowing thing that glistened in the darkness caught his eye before the dueling dragons, and einarr looked up, eyes searching the group before they rested on the Dragon's Throat Sultana, "Tell Einarr how to help."
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