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06-22-2013, 10:47 PM
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The Dragon's Throat was a distant memory for the flicka, though she had not travelled for very long outside its borders. It was a whole different world for the youngling who had been so confined in her homeland. Mother had never let her wander, and the day she had left had been the first that she had seen snow. It was a memorable day for many reasons, none of which were on her mind at the moment. She walked rather cheerily alongside Talianna, the wandering healer whom she had met in the days before her departure from home. Finding her had been a blessing for which she thanked the gods profusely, and as she walked jauntily alongside the mare, she again thanked them for her good fortune. She was, however, blissfully unaware of their current predicament. Or she was, until they arrived on the scene of catastrophe. At first, she was simply awed, for she had never before seen the gods. Mother had taught her to respect their power, but that was the extent of her knowledge. Bi-colored orbs widened first in awe and then in dismay as her young mind took in the darkness that seemed to battle the gods. They flickered, and then reappeared. What was it that the large stallion - the God of the Earth, Talianna told her - had said to them? Had they given up? Or had they sacrificed themselves to save their mortal followers? And then they were gone, and the world was dark, and the youngling had never felt quite so alone, even in the midst of all the others. For the first time, she found herself wishing for Mother. But there was no going back now, and so she looked to Talianna, hoping desperately that they would reappear, that the light of her world was not gone. "They will come back?" The statement was voiced tremulously, lilting at the end to morph into a question, for what certainty did the youngling have in this world after what she had just witnessed? "Talk talk talk." |
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