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10-03-2015, 01:23 AM
 Do I dare Disturb the universe? Stripped bare of bravado, thrust into the tree-lined artery of the new world, Aoide picked her way slowly, slowly through the trees. The leaves were full and fresh and harmonized a quiet cacophony with the wind. Away, clear back across the grove, a tree trunk moved and groaned a low and looming knell. She was not far: the low hum of other voices, barely audible, mixed with the forest’s sounds. Hidden in the dappled half-light of the trees, Aoide allowed herself to pause and, briefly, to tremble. There was much at stake. She did not know much, but this she knew. She knew it in the veins that pulsed riotously against her throat, in her skin seared by the lightest touch of air. Now, in the murky humidity of half-morning, her eyes gleamed wide and dark, hooded by the bone-white of her blaze. They looked like drowning. When she turned her head the fear was gone. It had never been. The high stockings of her legs glinted beneath the underbrush as she moved. As she neared the heart of the Threshold it became impossible to divorce her from her surroundings. Her coat was a vivid chestnut, red licked with gold. Or perhaps that was the sun, filtered through leaves. She basked in it. There is no beauty without juxtaposition. She wore her blaze across her muzzle and under her chin like a mask. There was a sudden break in the trees. Her hazel eyes regarded the clearing mildly. At any moment they would melt into the soft cream of her blaze. She was aware now of the others gathered at the edge of the trees. She could just make out their shapes. Her neck craned and she lifted her pale nose into the air. Perhaps she had known all along. “Hello,” Aoide offered to everyone and no-one all the same. Her voice was youthful and high. She braided it into the wind. |
