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It was the day after Kri’s meeting. Africa rose early from a restless sleep, bothered by the barrage of grim information provided, all of which she was not entirely certain she understood. A dilution of pale burnt orange and blue seeped with the growing light out from the horizon of lofty sandstone cliffs to the east- the terrain was rugged yet beautiful, and Africa often paused to watch the sun rise into a fresh, clean day. Pale, creamy eyes watched that which ordinarily might have caused her young heart to flutter with life and vigour, but she was not roused. News of the hatred leaking down from the northern lands seemed to have cast an ominous blanket across the desert, and it felt to her like none could escape the weight.
The dapple grey horse turned as the sun finally broke clear and shed its first ferocious light through the territory; it was too bright, and seemed to violate the humble mood of the herd. While the threat looming in Basin was a worrying distraction for her kin though, Africa felt a surge of determination writhe through her body, and she was more inclined now than ever to find a tutor and begin studying the arts of mending.
She walked quietly, her gait for once placid and unobtrusive as she passed through the thicket near to the oasis’s rich centre. Scanning the golden embankment fencing the rippling blue water, Africa greeted the folk she saw with a warm murmur. She had seen and spoken to Cirrus on one occasion already, having delivered Ahi safely into her masterful arms to heal. She remembered the strange blue masking the mare's kind eyes, and the strange almost wolf-creature who had stationed at her side, Sitka. Perhaps, she might be easier to find than Onni.
Negotiating carefully around the water’s slippery edge, Africa continued her search somewhat without direction, not sure where either physician spent the waking hours. It was still early though and time was for once in her favour. Africa pleased herself with doubt that the horses would have abandoned the desert for duty already, Healing, fixing... She imagined with an enthused smile. She hoped too, that it was not to soon for her to be addressing her quest; her dream.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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[O] Stripy Tights and Fairy Wings [Cirrus, Onni]
