The grass had shrivelled away, only rising comfortably enough to swish and tickle against the rickety black knees of the sweat lathered mare. It held its moisture easily now, here where the heat could easily have been mistaken for the mere shed of summer’s sun; standing imperially with wheat-like tips, though green and supple against the soft, mild breeze. The smoke was thinner too; the air fresher- cleansing and pure, saturating the now flimsy sheet of wishy-washy smog. Africa’s antagonised and dramatic gasping had slowed as a result, and she was able to slow her breathing which in turn calmed the thunder of her easily startled heart. Her pale, blood-shot gaze was trained to the colt that had finally slowed them, and stopped- confident maybe with the distance between the foolish mare, and the lick of suffocating flames which had so very nearly claimed her as their victim.
"What in the hell was going through your mind?" He blurted and she imagined a note of anger between the spit of his words. Uncomfortably guilty, though not willing to accept all of the responsibility, she shrugged her shoulders at him. A stubborn streak flashed through her still watering, glassy eyes. “You were chasing me!” She half shouted back in utter resentment. She looked away from what she felt was his condescending stare, closing her eyes as though to dismiss his unjustifiable accusation. Ordinarily, the sweet young creature would have been crippled knowing she had lead her company so close into the arms of danger- this young fellow though, with his snappish tongue (and minimal threat) drew the smudge of childishness cursing her character, well clear of the confines of her skin. Africa snorted lightly, and peered back at him through one narrowed eye.
“Why?...” She questioned again, though some degree of her more simplistic, placid nature settled into the taught ridges of her still clenched, flinching muscles. “If you are going to stalk someone... Like you did...” She paused, turning to look squarely at him with a matter of fact blink and a curt nod, “You can’t expect them not to run away.” A reserved smile seeped through her unnaturally, even slightly comical, stern expression and she shook the length of her body- head first. “I’m sorry for getting us in trouble though.” She giggled then, still watching him, though her eyes had softened and relaxed into the apparently unthreatening atmosphere of their conversation. Africa stretched her wings upward, feeling the therapeutic crack of the delicate bones throughout, and ruffled the interlocking lacework of feathers coating them, as they fell loosely again to hang either side of her soaked barrel.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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[O] [Finished] A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool.
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