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esinakh and sachi
The strangeling’s ears flickered in time with every word her twin brother spoke, catching every syllable and holding onto it dearly. Softly, she answered his question, “It beyond spiders,” referencing the depths of the forest where the colony of young spiders had asked for help in eating ants—and her too-pale eyes blink rapidly as she remembered her panic at being covered in burning, biting ants.
But, by now, the encroaching tide has brought the waves churned with sand and grit up to her hind fetlocks, and a shudder runs through her thin hide of many grays. Unbidden, her long and slender wings unfold slightly, as if begging to take her from the insulting sand that threatened to overwhelm and snuff her out in every moment.
A shaky breath, slightly white-rimmed eyes seeking solace in Arakh’s pale blue, “Rak—” slight panic rising in her voice—but in his eyes she found hope instead of solace. A hope that she would return to the Throat, call it home with him.
A tangle of thoughts, fears, and wishes collided in her head; all the while, in her pained silence, she strained forward into Arakh’s bulk, as if seeking to be absorbed by him and escape the threatening waves.
“Yes,” she finally gasped, “Stay in Throat,” though there was no relief or happiness in her words, only a need to stay near her brother-calf. And then her pale, pale, panicked eyes closed tightly, “Just need…space…from family.” The smallest amount of overwhelmed apology colored her last confession—a plea for her brother to understand.
Sachi, meanwhile, clutched tightly to Esi’s mane—as if she could somehow hold her bonded together.
But, by now, the encroaching tide has brought the waves churned with sand and grit up to her hind fetlocks, and a shudder runs through her thin hide of many grays. Unbidden, her long and slender wings unfold slightly, as if begging to take her from the insulting sand that threatened to overwhelm and snuff her out in every moment.
A shaky breath, slightly white-rimmed eyes seeking solace in Arakh’s pale blue, “Rak—” slight panic rising in her voice—but in his eyes she found hope instead of solace. A hope that she would return to the Throat, call it home with him.
A tangle of thoughts, fears, and wishes collided in her head; all the while, in her pained silence, she strained forward into Arakh’s bulk, as if seeking to be absorbed by him and escape the threatening waves.
“Yes,” she finally gasped, “Stay in Throat,” though there was no relief or happiness in her words, only a need to stay near her brother-calf. And then her pale, pale, panicked eyes closed tightly, “Just need…space…from family.” The smallest amount of overwhelmed apology colored her last confession—a plea for her brother to understand.
Sachi, meanwhile, clutched tightly to Esi’s mane—as if she could somehow hold her bonded together.
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