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03-30-2017, 06:33 PM
Another night, more hours spent doing nothing other than existing, breathing each breath right after another without a single purpose in this world other than to walk her bones into the ground. They tell her that they ache, whine with the soreness that overpowers them as of lately, asking in barely polite fashion for her to make use of her fragile wings. She stretches them almost every few minutes now, and in return, they work feverishly to fend off her suffering.
Today will be the day, fear not.
Sunlight warms her into a wakefulness with ease, and while Skeyti isn’t one to wake up and simply go, the liveliness of the weather is enough to get her going. Every bit of it comes back naturally. The wind against her skin is hardly cool, instead sharp when she pushes herself harder, eyes clenched shut so that wrinkles build over them until burning eyes leave invisible scorch marks down her cheeks, but none of it stops her as the breath in her lungs soothes her till she finds her courage again, taking its hand and clutching it tight as she prys her eyes back open.
None of it makes her small anymore from this angle, looking out as the trees shrivel beneath her height and the mountains run to and from her at the motion of her wings. Try as she may, she can’t begin to make herself feel bad casting something like this away for so long.
It ends short. Her little body is worn from everything she has let been thrown at her, weak against the world, and pushes her back down to the ground like she is nothing and will never be anything. The feeling is minut though. She lets her hooves hit the earth and herself stumble forward as her heart works to breath life back into her legs, limp from ignorance.
Once her sense of balance is regained, holding tired wings outward and clutching them under themselves as her body works to stabilize her, walking continues. It goes on for however long it takes for her to climb the pass to the Basin, up until laws that she cannot understand cuts her off.
Or well, till the sentinel gives her a firm no.
She had seen it from a distance but simply thought of it as a hallucination, coming ever closer with a skeptical mind, brows steadily working their way into confusion and disbelief as it finally rises above her, looking at her as it moves into her way. A touch of fear hits her but does little to deter.
“No.”
The word flies out of her mouth with sharp edges that she wasn’t even aware that she had, blunt as it rings the leftovers in her ears. It does nothing, and she can’t help but feel a touch of impatience. The vast majority of things that have blocked her path in the past have been easy to get around, not having the ability to move whenever she takes sidesteps to slip by. Her small stature typically aids her in that, but not today.
Enough arrives sooner than expected. After a yell having firmly stating her annoyance, uncharacteristically bursting from her with something she didn’t know she had, the beast still hasn’t removed itself from her path, and while turning around and going a different direction once out of the path is an option, it’s not something she’s particularly fond of. It’s something she’s rarely had to do, and today will not be one of those days.
Despite their weariness being immediately brought back up, she throws her weight into her wings and urges them to put her back in the air. Her success is experienced in momentary glory, triumphant with only a sliver of a smile and the turn of her head to see how the machine takes her disregard. Flying over it feels like nothing, and once past the beast, checking around her shoulder and right wing to see how it is taking her decision, her legs continue to carry on with only a quick scuttle in them as she picks up the pace for a few yards, the sense of victory in her fading as the count of her steps rises.
OOC: oops here she is
looking to have her join but since she's got no idea of helovian culture at all, someone might need to fill her in.
