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Ava
This was it. The small girl pumped herself up. No more waiting about and wafting around. The light blue girl practically dances from the borders of her hidden home. Her nerves shooting electricity up her spine. It was rather exciting, and…nerve wracking. Though she wouldn’t be able to name it as such, the girl was actually a bit scared. Always the youth had wanted adventure. She’d bolted from her cave even as a filly. Then when the time came and she came to this place she’d journeyed about as well, bounding and leaping across the plains. But then she’d come to the Falls. She’d found a quiet hollow. And for some untold reason…found it hard to leave. The pearl had nested in the Falls, and never left. Even the temptation of exploration, to find Alysanne or some other adventure had left her short.
Perhaps it was because the small girl who had always desired adventure had suddenly found herself in one. And found it to be more than she expected, and the quite, calm life hidden in a herd was safe and restful. Perhaps….perhaps.
But the girl had seen enough creatures come and go. She had heard tales of things moving beyond their walls, and with the cold weather at last breaking, the girl was braving to step across the border again. She didn’t quite know what direction to head, all except for north and further cold would do. But she also knew the south held that tricky maze which she was not in a mood to get back into. So west it was. The path she actually knew, though barely, took her towards the old caves she used to haunt.
It was how she came here. It was how she found them. Their familiar voices drawing her innocent curiosity.
“Virgil?!” It leapt with happy excitement, one so hopeful and delighted, it could not translate his voice, only hear it, hear the sounds. Oh but Virgil! How she’d hoped for so long. All at once the built up home sickness released like a flood gate in her chest and the girl practically leapt through the cave. The breeze picked up about her, whipping like an afternoon summer’s trade wind. Light, but full of energy, full of happiness. Oh if she could find Virgil! Oh if it was him! All the secret worries and sadness she’d kept, kept even from herself, would be ended. If she could find Virgil, she’d have a piece of home. She was ever such an innocent child. And that quality rarely lasts in this world.
“Virgil!” She sees him upon the floor. The dark pools about him and cutting him were not yet noticed. Even the delight of finding a dragon near him, or on him rather, couldn’t distract her. Which knowing our child, is saying something. The child leaps through the rocky terrain with a light nimbleness to his side. (Her wings ever close to her side, betraying once more their uselessness to her). Her delight was not affected by the smell of blood, or even the red which stains him. So much of that was part of her past, so much of that was normal. She had even seen him in such states…perhaps even put him there once or twice in practice. So the naïve girl must be forgiven…her ignorance excused as she continued to smile and be blind to the tension and weight of the air of death.
“Virgil, oh I’ve missed you. Stop messing about, I have so much….to tell…you…“ Yet it doesn’t take long though. One curled hark leans back and for the first time in her life the girl is truly unsure. Her delicate gaze casts to the other, the Mountain that Knows, her Czarina. Why was she her? What was she saying? Why did she look like- But the girl can’t focus on that, she’d found Virgil…right? Yet, even she can’t escape the world now. Even the child who’s heart was so pure could not escape the feeling that something was wrong. “Virgil?” It comes more shakily and the wind dies at her back, stiller than the doldrums.
The girl had never seen death. Always it had been kept away from her. Especially by the stallion who lay before her now. Often the matches in their land would end in death, but it was glorified, and the girl knew only it was a celebration. Even her mother’s death had been twisted into some lesson, a celebration. Her brother had been there to comfort her. Her father had been there to give it reason. Virgil had been there to help move her on. But now….now there was no one.
The wind breaks over her back, whipping her mane against her neck. “What have you done?!” It shrieks, it breaks, it lifts, her voice reaching pitches it never had before. She had known death was there, but always was it a distant figure in the mists, never her best friend, her only connection to home, at her feet. “Virgil!” It breaks the girl. The sound of a childhood innocence finally being lost. Knees wobbled and gave way, and the fine head, usually held so carefully, falls uncaring on the red stained hide.
Tears begin to flow hot and fast, trailing down her pale cheeks, before being ripped from her by her own growing storm. Her father would tell her to keep face, her brother to pull her grace to the side, Virgil to- But he wasn’t here! None were here! It worsens her grief, ripping her from all manner of self control. All of her grief, all of her misery built over the months from home comes rushing forth something the girl had never before been described as, an ugly beast of sorrow and misery.
It twists in her, corrupts her. The grief morphing her into something other than herself. Her wings even fall open with her and over his ashen body. They drape over, him as her head nestles into the crick of his neck, hidden from her own powers as the whirled around her like a building storm, and she not caring if his blood stained her pure coat. And the tears flow hot and free. The pearl’s whole body shutters and her head turns looking up to his closed face. The company about her totally forgotten. It had always been such the opposite… But her sea blue eyes tremble, as her voice croaks out a mangled phrase between her grief. “B-but I wanted t-to go homme….” But it was time the child learned, there are some adventures you can’t return from.
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