They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
It was woven through her heart; the centre piece of her personality; the biggest distraction in her mind. The natural world around her, both fascinating and wild, was something Africa found herself deeply attracted to, and explored with a passion she could relate really to nothing else. It was the love of the flora and fauna of this world which had compelled her free-spirited, pointed, rhythmic strides so far from the comforts of her homeland on this occasion. Together she and Silas were tracking the romantic pursuit of a large, brilliantly antlered red deer stag as he crossed the countryside, lusting over one lithe, stubborn doe- she never stopped for him, testing his endurance and patience always as she went.

The pair passed eventually through the cool stream which marked the line between meadowland and coastal forest and broke into a brisk canter of sorts, the stag leaping with vast flamboyant kicks as he trailed drunkenly the love of his life. Heading east through the dense trees, Africa found it more difficult to see them, her eyes straining to catch the flickering movement of creatures built for stealth; born with the art of elusiveness quite ingrained through their soul. For Silas it was easier, the star-speckled Zephyr zipped to and fro with avian prowess ahead of his beloved, manoeuvring nimbly through barring tree branches with only the slightest of adjustments to powerful thrusts of his grand black wings. Cursed by gravity though, the dapple grey soon fell behind without the fluid grace of her once able wings.

“Silas?” She called silently although their minds were not yet fused together, and broke clear suddenly of the tree line only to find herself stumbling inelegantly through the deepening sea of golden beach sand. Staggering to a standstill, the one-winged Pegasus glanced curiously around her, noting immediately that she had fallen upon the eastern shoreline which eventually stretched north into the cliffs supporting the World’s Edge. She saw too that a couple of other horses- one striped and the other dressed with luscious green locks, were gathered not far from her position upon a cliff, around one more who stood above them both; towered even. They were gazing outwards across the turning waves, and as Africa followed the trio’s gaze she was wrapped snugly into that melody which brought to life the ocean, and she drifted forwards unthinkingly towards where they were silhouetted against a clear blue sky.

The music engulfed her easily, and a humble smile was stuck upon her stormy-grey lips as she neared the conductor; his grand wings rising and falling, directing the beautiful thrum which filled the air. Pausing towards the rear of the two who were already there, Africa’s glazed eyes danced forward to see the God of the Earth, whom she had heard only about; never seen. No words filled her mouth, no desire to interrupt the sound which she was enjoying so much and so the young grey stood atop the cliff in utter silence- witness to the phenomenon which had so suddenly swept into the vicinity.


[Wishlist
Wants: 4-5-13 [Item: Bag| A small leather satchel, large enough store flowers and plant matter, orbs or amulets. Tied securely around top of left foreleg just below elbow (for easy access), with thick leather belt- all natural, weathered brown in colour]