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01-24-2016, 05:28 PM
A vision intrudes upon the magic of this place: a brilliant dancer armored in sunlight and bars of gold. Her hooves ought to smash the mirrors underfoot, but they don't. If droplets of water scatter from her toes, they do so with a sound like distant bells chiming. If the false sky ripples in the wake of her passing, it does so as if the dream commands it, and nothing is lost. Caneo, for his part, remembers at last which direction is up. His ears cup forward with a start, and the rest of him slowly catches up: limbs bracing under the narrow curve of his ribs, head rising to its natural height at the end of a long, sinewy neck. She isn't real; the water robs him of her smell but Caneo knows she can't be real. She is a dream, a figment of some laughing god's imagination, and she might at any moment disappear. Two heart beats earlier he would not have cared if all this maddening world dropped out from under him, but now... Caneo bids it stay. Her voice is a sweet note on the bitter air, and curiosity sparks a cold flame in his eyes. Still, Caneo dares not move. Water laps cool and offensive around his fetlocks as he tilts his long face. Curved silver ears move quickly - back, forward, back - before fixing again on her. She is very pretty, and like nothing he has ever seen or dreamed of seeing, though he searches his memory now for a name or legend about her. He knows nothing of horses armored in scale, or of the way sunlight clings in verdant brilliance to her frame. The urge to peer at her more slowly draws his head forward first, until it reaches the end of his neck and his cloven hooves lift delicately from the shallows. He takes a step - just one - before he remembers his manners, too. Hesitating, he allows his weight to balance further back onto his haunches. "Is it a celebration?" Caneo wonders. He knows only a few reason for such things, but he likes the sound of the word, and the way it tastes on his tongue. "Or are you dancing for another reason?" And will she do it again? The stranger moves like poetry, or something from a fairytale. Even if he does wake up, Caneo wants to know about her all he can. |
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