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12-24-2016, 04:01 PM
of the sea
A figurine materialized at the seahorse’s webbed hooves: dark paws and awning jaws. Smoke hissed from its mouth, turning frosty in the wintry air. Unblinking, overlarge eyes stared down at the smoke, slowly and uncertainly her head dropped to inspect the creation. Ridges bumped into it, nostrils flaring and she inhaled—then promptly coughed the smoke out from her lungs. They could handle sea water, but not this.
Her head jerked back up as the Turtle began to speak again. Though her spirit was not entirely buoyed up by his words, it was lightened by the soft glow that emanated from the now-decorated tree. With as light cock of her head, she let out a deep sigh—allowing herself, for this moment, to enjoy the gentle warmth that the Tree’s light tried to place in her chest.
Though the light nor the figure returned her people to her; it did make it seem like she could still soldier on. She wasn’t as alone as she had felt moments before—her gaze darted among those who were gathered around the pine. Perhaps there was hope, after all.
Her head jerked back up as the Turtle began to speak again. Though her spirit was not entirely buoyed up by his words, it was lightened by the soft glow that emanated from the now-decorated tree. With as light cock of her head, she let out a deep sigh—allowing herself, for this moment, to enjoy the gentle warmth that the Tree’s light tried to place in her chest.
Though the light nor the figure returned her people to her; it did make it seem like she could still soldier on. She wasn’t as alone as she had felt moments before—her gaze darted among those who were gathered around the pine. Perhaps there was hope, after all.
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