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Two forms amongst the storm are easily spotted, one, dark and rich in color known to you, the other, lighter and hued with cerulean foreign. It is only as you draw closer, your restlessness and more so curiosity (you are beginning to see a trend; your curiosity has led you to many, many things, not all pleasant) of just what they would be doing out here pushing you on. You do not have a clue of what you are doing out here, fueled by merely the relentless restlessness that you have always known, but never pushing you into danger like this. Something had brought you here, though you are too young, too inexperienced to realize it until your eyes lock on the heap of white and black, a great beast fallen amongst the wildness. For a moment you simply stare, too awestruck and frightened to do much else. But the stranger of a girl is pushing on it, and the energy pouring from Lena force your legs in to motion, your heart lurching in your throat with concern. Again, your sheer inexperience renders you useless, and with an overpowering anxiety rising within you, you make your way to the Mender’s side as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb her further. Looking at the beast you know there is no way the three of you can move it, even as the little fox bounds off towards the mouth of a cave with the command to make a fire, you cannot think of any way besides coaxing the beast up on its own. Certain the other two have come to the same conclusion you sigh, dipping your nose to press gingerly against the beast’s side, feeling a surge of magic seep into your veins, igniting as it goes. You pour yourself in to the being, breath catching in your throat. There is heat building in your core, through your limbs, uncomfortable and consuming. But all too soon it fades, is overcome by the fear settled deep within you, and your breath releases in a heavy huff, the taste of failure bitter on your tongue. There would be a time to be angry, to reflect, and to improve, but it is not now. With the life of the beast hanging in the balance, you shove your insecurities and failures to the back of your mind; swallow the lump forming thickly in the back of your throat. Once again you look desperately to the bay girl, pinning all your hopes for rescuing the creature on her slender shoulders, tender heart. |
reaaally wasn't sure how to reply to this. i did my best!
