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I had a love affair with fire
It had been a normal trip beyond the realms of her mother's watchful gaze, Nephele had soon learned that there was nothing she could do to keep Verro from roaming, if the little filly wanted to go. In the safety of the Throat? It wasn't much of an issue, there would be plenty of watchful eyes, and already, her leggy little daughter displayed a wisdom she had lacked at such a tender age.
The spirit flamed filly floated across the sands in a gait filled with grace and purpose, the curls of stark cream hair billowing like short ribbons in the wind. She had been searching high and low, searching every nook and cranny her small body could reach to hopefully glimpse a sign of her mysterious father whom she pestered and begged her mother to tell stories of. She looked like him in her dun markings, her mother would say, and in the fires which burned upon her feathered wings and then she would describe tales that she herself had heard from other throat members. Her large lilac eyes would grow in size and the fires upon her wings would flare and grow with each exciting detail.
Oh how she wished she could meet him.
Oh how she didn't want it to be this way.
She never expected the day she would finally lay eyes upon her father, would be the very same day she would have to say goodbye, instead of hello.
She's upon the tops of the very dunes when she spies him, the antlers, the primitive markings and finally the great roaring flames which crackle and flicker from his wings. Elation flares within her small breast. At least! It's punctuated with an all too gleeful nicker which escapes her delicate, painted maw.
Then, he dropped and the nicker is silenced from her chest with a bleat of alarm. It is not the way a horse goes down to roll or nap, that she knows, and the happiness in her breast suddenly skews and becomes panic. There is something wrong and her limbs are already carrying her forward, skidding and tripping over her own hooves down the too big dune as the sands of time slip away.
The only thing which stopped her approach is the furious pillar of fire which exploded and rocket skywards.
Her eyes are filled with the magnificent shades of red, orange and yellow, consuming the glittering orbs. Part of her wants to shield her eyes with her wings, to make it all go away, to make the fire rush back into his body and bring him back. This is not how she wanted her meeting with her father to go, for her to approach his body and sob. She watched the eagles ascend, their flaming bodies go higher and higher until there is nothing left.
Nothing but the howling tallsun winds, the scorching red sands and the body of her father.
It's spurned her back into action, her body thrown into a stumbled gallop. She ignored the white mare which came running, who collapsed next to Gaucho and began to run her muzzle over his still face. Eventually, she is close enough that her running becomes a trot, and eventually a sullen walk which brings her to the Dun's still warm side. She felt the tears which began to well in her eyes, and she lets them flow, fat crystalline drops roll down her cheeks as her muzzle touches his side. Her wings dropped, outstretched to gently nudge her mottled feathers against him.
"I finally found you pa." She whispered, what would Tassy think? Would she come running too, she would have seen the fires coming from the direction in which her bigger sister had run off in. If she didn't, how would she tell her that he was gone. Tear filled eyes eventually move to the mare sobbing beside Gaucho, filled with fear, hurt and confusion.
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Verro will be taking a few of Gaucho and Vorsa's feathers.
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force & aggression permitted against Verro at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
