HOLD MY HAND AGAINST THE NIGHT

SHOW ME ALL THE DEMONS LEFT TO FIGHT:

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The girl ignores the strange and odd gesture of the wings. It simply adds an inquisitive tilt to Ru’s head. Unaware of its need or reason…

The gentle demand adds to Ru’s fears however. She lifts her head from its lowered position and settles a steely gaze on the stranger. From this distance she can now see those eyes. The left appears blind – she assumes – and for a moment she stares too long. She doesn’t care; for all their imperfections she would have to prove her’s somehow in the next couple of seconds. A bit of a chore, a game, a puzzle; deciding to hold her amusement from the curve of her lips, she regarded the stranger with a steady stare.

A snort exits her nostrils as Erthë finishes, a critical frown finally etchies against those brows. Perhaps for the Philosopher of the Moon, it would finally dawn on her that she could not speak. Although, from the tone and content of her words, she seemed highly suspicious – simplicity might be a challenge. A stark contrast to Lyanna’s warm offerings; if only she’d been present instead of the astute inquisitor.

The girl shakes her head, and paws the ground with a fore hoof. In a manner that may have appeared impatient, bold. It came without warning, and by then she was far too gone to take it back. The feathers lined against her neck flare. Those previous fears, she began to wrestle them – they irritated her, and submission apparently did come easily to the girl. Whipping her tail from side to side, she gestured towards the Edge with her head. Nudging her muzzle down and up to the herd lands.

 “Ah-!” 

And what a small and unintelligible sound it was. Hoarse and uneven; ugly.  Ru tossed her head and shifted in her spot.

Several possibilities ran through her head. She could depart and never come back, depart and come back – hoping someone else would meet her at the borders. Or perhaps she could force herself in? She could search for Lyanna, and Lyanna could tell them… she would vouch for her, wouldn’t she?

Ru wouldn’t give. She huffed, a puff of air exiting her mouth – unimpressed with the situation. Annoyed, emotions frayed and thin. She’d only been able to remain calm for so long, and now everything was becoming undone.

 “Urgh?” So…? What was going to happen now? Ru watched Erthe, with a frown that had become sharp and infused with a fervid impatience.

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