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A week had passed; maybe more, but Africa certainly wasn’t counting. Most of that time had been fussing like a relentless blow-fly over her newly adopted friend and ‘brother’ Ahi. To her young, spinning mind it felt like a lifetime ago that they had flown through the night to find solace and security in the warm embrace of the Throat. Cirrus had come to them, and Africa had fallen head over heels for the enchantment which was the blue-eyed mare’s ability to heal. For now though, such a career was only a simmering ambition in her enthusiastic heart- and her priorities, no matter how swayed by her internal desire, lay with her promise to nurse the stocky gelding back to his former self.
Fondness for the little (only she compared him to her lean, elegant carriage) brindled horse had quickly swelled through her open-heart, and she had pandered to his needs devotedly, insisting that he not exert himself in any manner. It never crossed her mind that Ahi might actually need some level of fitness to succeed in his much discussed future as a soldier. “You will be so great!” She told him regularly, fascinating over stories he shared and recalling her once-off combat memory to fill in the blank fragments illustrating his experiences her imagination.
Quickly she trotted across the frosted carpet of short grass- dawn was breaking, and Africa had left her sleeping patient to gather a selection of the oasis’s exotic blooms to decorate the somewhat boring limestone overhang, under which she had put him to rest. It was still within the luxury of their evergreen sanctuary, but towards the western fringe where traffic was minimal. It could have been said that she was sheltering him, much like her father had sheltered her in the first three years of her life before she escaped to Helovia.
“Ahi, Ahi- how blue ish the shky!” She chanted merrily through clenched teeth as she, neared his ‘home’. The flowers, whose stems had been carelessly crushed by the clumsy mare, drooped miserably to bounce along with the upbeat swing of their captor’s stride. “Today ish the day, you can again fly!” Africa giggled, slowing to a cautious walk as she lowered her face to peer beneath the (not at all low) jut of rock. “Ahi?” She called softly to him, fluttering her nostrils to snort in warm greeting. “Are you awake yet?” She slipped into the worn dusty nest to deposit each bright flower around the otherwise filthy, austere floor.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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[O] Mad As A Hatter In Her Own Right [Ahi, Sergeant/s, Open]
