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07-01-2016, 10:26 PM
The water is so blue, even in the middle of the night.
It is some time after midnight, and the painted stallion is staring at the waves as they crash against the shoreline. Somehow that is calming, more than anything else he has seen - the wave the whitecaps ebb and flow, ceaselessly bombarding the sands. And yet, despite their best efforts, the seas cannot destroy the land, not all at once. No, water works slowly, pulling away grain by grain, tirelessly working until there is nothing left. He wonders if one day all of Helovia will be pulled under.
-You're being morbid,- Zarina tells him, chittering uneasily upon his withers.
It is dark. There is no moon tonight to light the way. Stars dot the skies, but they do little to illuminate the world below. Zarina doesn't like when her bonded thinks these things. She is still so full of life, so full of hope - he, on the other hand, is desolate, uncaring. She feels it as harshly as if it was her who was depressed, and it scares her. He has always cared about something, and yet now... now there is nothing that keeps him grounded. Not even her. In truth, they have been divided since they awoke in the Halcyon Flats. He could not remember, and she could only do so much to help him. He couldn't even remember her, and they shared a soul.
-What is to become of us now?- she wonders, more to herself than to him.
"more words."
It is some time after midnight, and the painted stallion is staring at the waves as they crash against the shoreline. Somehow that is calming, more than anything else he has seen - the wave the whitecaps ebb and flow, ceaselessly bombarding the sands. And yet, despite their best efforts, the seas cannot destroy the land, not all at once. No, water works slowly, pulling away grain by grain, tirelessly working until there is nothing left. He wonders if one day all of Helovia will be pulled under.
-You're being morbid,- Zarina tells him, chittering uneasily upon his withers.
It is dark. There is no moon tonight to light the way. Stars dot the skies, but they do little to illuminate the world below. Zarina doesn't like when her bonded thinks these things. She is still so full of life, so full of hope - he, on the other hand, is desolate, uncaring. She feels it as harshly as if it was her who was depressed, and it scares her. He has always cared about something, and yet now... now there is nothing that keeps him grounded. Not even her. In truth, they have been divided since they awoke in the Halcyon Flats. He could not remember, and she could only do so much to help him. He couldn't even remember her, and they shared a soul.
-What is to become of us now?- she wonders, more to herself than to him.
"more words."
Quilyan
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