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The star spangled mare stands alone, wings draping next to her and the ends resting against the ground. They are not held high, but limp. Her head is not held high and confident, but low and handing, ears flicked back. Her tail is intertwined with her hind legs and brushing the ground, the ends curling slightly. She is worn out. She is tired. Her eyes are closed, pale eyelashes brushing her cheeks as she breaths deeply. Irrydae has stood her before, alone, and no one had greeted her. She was almost sure no one would greet her now. A slight disappointment, but she was happy to finally be alone with just her thoughts. The heat of the flames in the night blaze against her purple and chocolate pelt, and she is tempted to lower herself to the ground to sleep. Her mane is hanging limply against her neck, there was no breeze to cause the trendils to move. The job of a Storyteller was more difficult then she perceived. She is tired, and wants to sleep, but her mind is to erect with ideas and thoughts to settle down for those few hours when everything seemed perfect. She flicks her tail lazily, slapping her sides before it settles between her legs again. her ears flicker slightly, though the only sounds that reach her ears are the crackle and pop from the flames and the distant chirp of a cricket. It was serene, beautiful, the silence was nice. Aurora Borealis drifted from her wings, as did sparkling star dust, swirling up into the air before fading, though it was an on-going stream. Her hooves seem to be covered in a deep, gold dust and they hold her up sturdily. A yawn escapes her as she opens her eyes and pulls her head up, tossing her head slowly as to stretch it. Her golden pools wander to the flames, to the pit. Has anyone fallen in before? She stands upon the very edge, less than a foot from falling into what seemed to be never-ending hold of flame and death. One could, if silent, sneak up on her and easily push her to her funeral. She shivered slightly at the thought, and her ears and more aware of the sounds around her, swiveling like a satellite dish. She remains silent, and lids close over her eyes once again, and everything falls limp again- her wings, her head, her tail- in fatigue. She just wants to sleep, but she is wide awake. |
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