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06-29-2017, 06:41 AM
The thin crust of ice burst into a million glittering shards as a pale hoof stepped through. Water, as frigid and clear as an autumn morning spilled up from the hole and soaked through the thin coat on her legs. Erthë smiled as she leaned down to drink, glad to be rid of the scorching heat of the summer sun; but it was a small smile, distracted and halfhearted. To be perfectly honest, she did not have much to smile about right now. Times had grown hard for everyone, and while the land slowly sank into the frozen torpor of winter everyone in Helovia walked around with a worried look about them, as though worried that this winter might be their last.
The little mare shared their sentiments. The gods had left them behind, and what was Helovia without its creators? How long would it take before magic fouled and turned against them, before corrupted creatures began to pour out of the earth and wash over them like some nightmarish tide? She had heard the stories of the wraith, had heard of the sky blackening and the magic disappearing, and though in her head Erthë knew that it was pointless to worry, she couldn't help but wonder what would become of them all. Like a tongue worrying at a loose tooth, she mulled over the 'what if's until her head swam with nightmarish visions and all she wanted to do was lay down and cry.
Annoyed at that notion, she slammed another hoof down onto the ice and broke it up, opening the ruby red pool until she could plunge her head down beneath the surface. Holding her breath, she lingered like that until black light began to flash before her eyes; only then did she re-emerge, soaked to the bones, the ivory curls damp and heavy with rushing water.
It helped, at least a little. But even so she could not help but sigh, because the knot of anxiety was still there at the bottom of her stomach, spreading its black tendrils of fear and doubt through her body, until the marrow rotted, the spine broke and her knees threatened to give way.
Fear was a disease, and she had not yet found a good way to cure it.
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
@Volterra
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