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11-27-2013, 08:17 AM
we might be hollow but we're brave. With a single phrase and a glance, he descended from his perch on the rock, coming down onto the beach and heading towards shore. Lothíriel's stomach stirred with twin delight and apprehension: did he intend to plunge into the ocean's depths? Did he intend for her to follow? Hooves smote upon the sand swiftly and gracefully as they carried her toward the water in a high-stepping, prancing gait which betrayed her excitement. Like a behemoth so vast, not even the deepest of thinkers could convey its grandness, this ocean spread out before the two unicorns like the unreadable pages of a giant scroll. Did Mother know how to decipher the letters and runes of this ancient text, unravel the strings of foam like the phrases of written word? Without hesitation, Father went into the sea, allowing the brine to lap over strong cloven hooves. Curiosity sparkled in her eyes like stars as she watched this; her head tilted with the purest of wonders, of queries as wide and deep as this sprawling water. The corners of her mouth pulled back into a brave smile, reflecting onto her gaze in a vision of gaiety and childish dreams. "Mother says the first unicorn was born from sea-foam," she said, perhaps to break the lull between their voices, to drown out the ponderous murmurs of the sea, a language so old and so fabled she could not even begin to make out the meaning. Huyana had often told her daughter of the sea, of Cinnoru's dominion and the foolishness which brought about his downfall in an attempt to raze the racism so characteristic to their shared blood.A tiny cleft hoof, so small compared to her father's it was almost laughable, made a ginger attempt at penetrating the brine. It went in coronet-deep, and a shiver ran down her spine and she felt its coldness ache in her bones. She glanced at father—he did not seem to mind the sensation, so without further ordeal, the girl moved into the ocean, felt its vastness, its cruelty, its grace running through her blood. Was this the crowning glory of her ancestors, so far removed from this strange land? Did the Cunning look upon this very oceans a millennium ago, seeking his glory? Awkwardly, the filly made her way closer to Deimos, chin held stiffly against her neck as her legs attempted to drag through the water. The flashing bodies of silver fish darted in the water between them. Lothíriel did not know whether to be amazed or frightened at this entirely new world, so she looked at her father with glittering lavender eyes. "What's beyond the end of the sea?" she queried, endlessly curious. Was it the fabled Isilme of their past, laid to waste by the imprudent, the unwise, those unwilling to bow? If there was one bit of knowledge Huyana did not want to impart to her child, it was the ruin of the land of moonlight, the comeuppance of the dead. From behind absurdly long eyelashes, the girl watched the horizon, imagining all sorts of mysteries and relics which laid just beyond the edge of the sea. |
