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please teach me gently
how to breathe
Ravel had not spent so much time with anyone else befoe, save for her brother. She and her brother had been inseparable. He was her guide, her protector, her friend, her everything. It felt odd for her to be so very close, physically, to this new friend… to trust them with her life. But Ravel had nowhere else to go. Besides, what would one want with a skinny, blind creature? She was sure she tasted bitter, if not like nothing at all.
The journey was long but she enjoyed the company. She was one step behind her friend the whole way, muzzle bumping gently against the captain’s shoulder every now and again. But in her years she had learned to stop dead when the word ‘careful’ was said. Ravel grew stiff, still, waited for her friend to pass. She listened intently, the words stoking the fire of her curiosity. A glass wall? For protection from what? Or whom? Something, or someone, that made a barrier meant for protection into a dangerous obstacle?
Her heart fluttered, skipped a beat. She drew her breath in slowly, held it, and followed ever so closely behind her friend.
She assumed the words of welcome meant they’d found themselves on the other side of the wall. She hesitated, and as she exhaled, she slowly dragged her body along the mare’s side until she rested again at her shoulder. Questions shifted wildly about inside her mind, the feeling of loneliness in the pit of her belly long gone now.
She wasn’t sure just then if she wanted answers.
Instead, she lifted her head, wondering what awaited them.
★ harm her if it pleases you, but death is not ready for her yet
