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01-21-2017, 07:22 PM
esinakh
Ears, one white and dark grey rimmed, flickered around nervously. Though she was inclined to help clean (cleanliness was the best, after all), she was not entirely sold on actually handling the filth. So, with hesitant wing beats, she hovered over the foamy shore, pale eyes wide and uncertain as they repeatedly scanned up and down the beach.
She found that the beach (and the disgusting, hateful sand) was much more manageable now that her small, long-feathered wings could support her in sustained flight. The sound of voices, young voices, wafted up to her low flight above the waves, bringing her bleached eyes jerking to the two foals that hovered around a pile of refuse. A shudder ran through her small, grey, barred body at the sight— filth. But, there was a redeeming quality about the pile: the surrounding area was now free of litter.
Hesitantly, her wings of varying whites, greys, and blacks beat closer to the pearly white filly and dark bay colt. She paused once in flight at the appearance of another—her airborne body hovering as her head cocked slightly at his accent. Wan eyes studied him closely, interested in the tattoo that marked his shoulder. Though it was not symmetrical, there was something clean about the lines that did not entirely irk her, like other markings did.
So, daintily, she landed—giving the pile a wide birth. With painstaking care (almost fearfully), she kicked an old oyster shell towards the growing pile. “Esi help?” her quiet, small question came on a hushed voice, body quivering once as the gnarled mollusk’s roll came to a halt amid the seaweed and sticks.
She found that the beach (and the disgusting, hateful sand) was much more manageable now that her small, long-feathered wings could support her in sustained flight. The sound of voices, young voices, wafted up to her low flight above the waves, bringing her bleached eyes jerking to the two foals that hovered around a pile of refuse. A shudder ran through her small, grey, barred body at the sight— filth. But, there was a redeeming quality about the pile: the surrounding area was now free of litter.
Hesitantly, her wings of varying whites, greys, and blacks beat closer to the pearly white filly and dark bay colt. She paused once in flight at the appearance of another—her airborne body hovering as her head cocked slightly at his accent. Wan eyes studied him closely, interested in the tattoo that marked his shoulder. Though it was not symmetrical, there was something clean about the lines that did not entirely irk her, like other markings did.
So, daintily, she landed—giving the pile a wide birth. With painstaking care (almost fearfully), she kicked an old oyster shell towards the growing pile. “Esi help?” her quiet, small question came on a hushed voice, body quivering once as the gnarled mollusk’s roll came to a halt amid the seaweed and sticks.
vod chafaan
dust to the wind
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