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01-01-2017, 03:44 PM
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kolr
Though Korl heard Kisamoa's call quite clearly, part of her was unsure whether or not she actually wanted to follow. After all, she had no desire to breathe underwater, or to venture into a cave below the sea. She wanted to stay where it was safe, where she could hide the awkward tilt of her legs, and where she would go unnoticed. But perhaps it would be even more noticeable if she stayed behind, than if she followed the small group already making their way towards the source of Kisamoa's voice? Biting her lip, Kolr decided to amble behind them, trying to keep up as best as she could. By the time the small filly had reached the Rotunda, Kisamoa was already well through his speech. Sweat coated the girl's off-white body, and her large blue eyes appeared dazed and exhausted. Why had she done this? Why had she bothered? Inhaling deeply, not really bothering to actively listen to what Kisamoa was instructing them to do, the pigeon-toed filly stood beneath a tree, head low, trying to catch her breath. |
