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12-06-2016, 03:38 AM
ARELI
Do you still believe in love, I wonder?
Do you still believe in love, I wonder?
“Feathers wrong,” came the reply, and Areli’s heart sank as she followed the distraught gaze to the drooping wing. “Where?” she asked, trying not to panic as she surveyed the empty field. “Which part hurts?” Oh gods, oh gods…desperately, she tried to remember what that grown-up had asked her when she’d washed up on the beach after dropping like a rock from the cliffs at the Endless Blue, but all that came to mind were memories of the water’s roar in her ears and that horrible colt who’d nearly drowned her in the first place. Think, Are, think!
However, the dark filly was already struggling upwards on her own, and while she looked dazed, she did not appear to have injured herself badly enough to stay put. “You have dots,” she commented, tottering towards the older girl. As if only just realizing it, Areli glanced down at herself, following the filly’s intense stare. “Dots?” she asked as she looked up once more, wondering if the smaller girl was referring to the stray burrs that clung to her coat in this field, or if the glowing golden dapples had attracted her attention. Have dots too, Bee sulked, chewing a thistle from her sand-colored paw. After they had gone charging across the meadow, she had plenty of burrs to contend with. More concerned with the wounded filly, Areli ignored her and focused on watching the wobbly walk for signs of a limp. Not that she knew what to do, but still…first things first, she reminded herself with a shaky breath. If she had to go for help, she would need to know the extent of the damage.
However, the filly seemed more concerned with her. “Esi fix,” she squeaked, hobbling towards her with her tiny brow furrowed in determination. The tiny muzzle reached out to prod at a dapple. Areli relaxed slightly and giggled at the feeling of the baby whiskers against her hide. “They’ve always glowed like that,” she told her, raising a wing to reveal the rest of the markings that spotted her flanks, “so…are you sure you don't need fixing up? I could go for help,” she offered earnestly.
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However, the dark filly was already struggling upwards on her own, and while she looked dazed, she did not appear to have injured herself badly enough to stay put. “You have dots,” she commented, tottering towards the older girl. As if only just realizing it, Areli glanced down at herself, following the filly’s intense stare. “Dots?” she asked as she looked up once more, wondering if the smaller girl was referring to the stray burrs that clung to her coat in this field, or if the glowing golden dapples had attracted her attention. Have dots too, Bee sulked, chewing a thistle from her sand-colored paw. After they had gone charging across the meadow, she had plenty of burrs to contend with. More concerned with the wounded filly, Areli ignored her and focused on watching the wobbly walk for signs of a limp. Not that she knew what to do, but still…first things first, she reminded herself with a shaky breath. If she had to go for help, she would need to know the extent of the damage.
However, the filly seemed more concerned with her. “Esi fix,” she squeaked, hobbling towards her with her tiny brow furrowed in determination. The tiny muzzle reached out to prod at a dapple. Areli relaxed slightly and giggled at the feeling of the baby whiskers against her hide. “They’ve always glowed like that,” she told her, raising a wing to reveal the rest of the markings that spotted her flanks, “so…are you sure you don't need fixing up? I could go for help,” she offered earnestly.
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