Laedere

But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

Aye, the fact that she did not know what her companion was, exactly, seemed to confuse Einarr even more. Or at least, she assumed it was confusion and hoped it wasn't anger when the frown crossed his lips. Uncertainly, she offered a little more information - trying to ease the situation. "Thee God of Earth… gave mineself an egg to care for… after flood…" she struggled for simpler words.

Alas, whether it helped or not, she shifted the conversation and while the frown stuck, she could see in his eyes that it was more from concentration than anything else. He said she would be strong, regardless of flight - thought it wasn't what she was asking. She wanted to know if she would be accepted as an equal, as a member of the family. Aye, she wasn't expecting it right away - but she also wanted to know it was capable of being gained in this herd. His eyes widened, snapping back to meet hers before he broke to say that he would get the key.

The sudden flight bore at her heart. Had she frightened him so that she would not get an answer. Alas, as time passed she folded her limbs, resting upon the hot sand and watching as Ardere played in the water. It was only when she began to notice the flapping of wings that she pulled herself back to her feet. He says the he would bring her over the bridge and she simply nods. It is the last words though, that cling to her mind. He would welcome her into the family. Rhojosor.

Before she could say thank you, though, fire erupted around her wings. It covered them in flames, filling in the hole. And, when she flapped them to attempt to get rid of the fire (which wasn't harming her) she could feel the weight of the air capture under them. Her eyes widened - mind filled with joy at the thought of floating through the skies again.

And, with a few sure steps she takes off - floating through the sky with a grin plastered upon her maw. She was exhilarated, and when she finally landed upon the other side the fire disappeared and she could feel the weight of being forced upon the ground fall back upon her shoulders. "Rhojosor," she whispered under her breath, taking in the term and trying to place it into memory. "Thank ye, Einarr.. Tis means… thine world." For, it really did mean everything to the mare with no family to finally have one once more. Finally, she had a place. She had at least one who would be willing to call her kin, or even a sister. Finally, she was accepted for who she was - broken or not…

"Laedere speaking." | Thoughts/others speaking.

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