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I've been absent from the Throat for some time now, wandering around Helovia, wondering what I was going to do next. I needed to stop. I needed to go back to the warm embrace that is home. I need to find them again. So, I do. I've been lumbering through the forest for some time now, my feathered friend Wayne was huddled in my mane, keeping warm. Well, maybe she was trying to. I'd just begun to feel the heat of the heart and the caves that have been created there, my hopes rising at the familiar smell of the burning things and fire. A frozen smile on my lips as I waddle towards it, my hopes high.
The smell is filling the air like some sort of scented candle.
I can feel Wayne's fluttering wings against my neck, and my smile widens. She has awaken. The absence in my mind is gone, a fluttering of hope rising up to greet me. A small and short "Hallo" after a little bit more shifting around. "Hi" I say back to her. In the past few days we've been communicating with short words and two-word phrases.
I am closer and closer with every stiff step I take. A few of my belongings slide around in my medium sized leather bag that I'd made mine in the past month. I'd taken my purple vial of blood off my neck at this time, letting it fall into the bag so it wouldn't get damaged in the weather. I'd also collected a few cool-looking rocks which I am definitely discarding into the molten lava pit when I reach it, because they felt heavier with every step closer.
When I reach the warmth, I unload, unpinning the bag and letting the contents tumble out onto the warm floor. Including my necklace. "Necklace. Get" I tell Wayne. She knows what I'm talking about. We've exchanged these words before. She should know.
The bird flits forward, out of my mane, gripping the necklace in her small finch talons of hers. I smile and take it from her. Attempting at flinging it over my head, after a few tries I succeed and continue with tumbling the wretched stones into the pit. A newfound smile slips onto my features as I strap the bag back onto my front leg carefully with my chattering teeth, pulling it on and pulling the strings just as I had figured out when I'd found it and decided to keep it.
I smile at my success and nod for Wayne to come to me. She was at the mouth of one of the caves, I couldn't identify which one, but she seemed interested with what was inside. But when she saw me she fluttered over, her features dropping. She didn't want to go into the cold again. I could feel her restraints forming inside my own mind already. But this was good that I could feel this. The bond seemed like it was growing stronger with every act she and I made together.
She doesn't want to go, but we have to. Finding the Throat again was my goal for today. I didn't care if she didn't want to go or not. We were going.
Wayne could obviously feel the waves of annoyance coming off me, as he had nestled back up into my forelock. I smile, and then I turn to the windy, cold landscape before us. Sighing, I start to trudge foreword, my legs forcing my already shivering body towards the Throat. "We're gonna fly." I say aloud, wondering if the familiar feeling in her head was the sight of the Throat, or if it was just Wayne noticing the word fly. She's said that word before.
I start to run forward, spreading my frozen wings, I transition to a canter of sorts, though all the while being buffeted by the wind from both sides. I lift from the ground a few moments after. Being pushed through the air, to the right most of the time. The wind made me close my eyes, demanding with it's powerful gusts.
When I finally feel the ground under my feet again, I'm on glass, when I look down there is only glass. Well, maybe it's not glass. Maybe it's ice. Yeah. That's what it is. I pull in a deep breath, my head flying backward. I stay in that position for a little while. I wonder what it would be like if it were Orange Moon. I would be silhouetted against the burning colors of the sky, my wings and muzzle pointing at the stars and moon. I would be standing on water too. Gods.
Literally. I smile and sigh at the same time. Wind pushed my hair into my eyes and all over the place.
I stumbled off the ice slab, whispering a hello to Wayne to see if she was still there. A meep back. I find a place in the sand, and I sit, digging my legs in a little deep so that I wasn't to fly away. At this time my wings were folded back into their rightful position, frozen into place already.
"blabing aloud" "Wayne blab" "Spice to Wayne blab"
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