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04-02-2017, 06:22 PM
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She endures the passing of an entire season. She is hidden, forgotten - she is a whisper among the mists, the missing princess who is lost within her kingdom. The lamb is weak of heart, confined to the corners of the Edge, tended to by her mother and loved from afar by her busy father; she knew he cared, even if he could not always display such affection while ruling over a herd in a collapsing world.
Safiri was quiet and obedient, not once did she question her confinement - it was a metaphorical cage built around her to keep her safe in a world she could not handle, and she did not complain. She had her mother to keep her company; she had her own young mind to wander to far away places made up of dusty roses and brilliant golds, vast unexplored territory where the clouds were soft beneath her hooves and the rivers ran sugar sweet. Safiri could lose herself for hours in places she could only dream of, tiring herself out with only the thought of exploring such a mystical landscape. And so the princess was content, but as the months ticked by, the strong pull of curiosity at her fragile heart could not be ignored - it beckoned her farther and farther from the safe space she had forged in the past months, summoned her from beyond her mother's hip, begged for her to follow it. On her own she makes the decision to step outside of her comfort zone, outside of the boundaries built by her petite heart. There was nothing for her to worry about; she was safe within her own kingdom, there was no malicious presence to scoop her up from the welcoming mists. The princess easily walked farther than she ever had before, the exhilaration of leaving behind what she had known for her whole life had her heart pounding too much for her liking. It only grew worse as she advanced, mouth hung open and lids growing heavy as she continues to walk forward. Safiri knew why her parents worried for her, that she was born different, but never before had it become so real - she had taken her mother's word for it, had kept her cool and stuck close, never taken the risk of running and leaping as children her age typically do. She was earthbound, left to watch them soar past with grins across their lips and strong hearts pumping. Laboured breaths escape her ivory lips as she slows her pace, barely even moving now as her heart cries out for rest. She wishes she could refuse it, could brush off the fatigue and forget that she ever felt so exhausted - but she could not so easily shake it off, head spinning as she drifts along. Finally the lamb gives her aching heart what it wants, propping her little body up against a looming pine, wheezing as her legs shake uncontrollably and her head lifts a little too far off the ground. a wind in the shadow, a whale song in the deep |
