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01-12-2014, 09:38 PM
They tell me I'm too young to understand They say I'm caught up in a dream Obligingly the young Unicorn had slipped from the reach of the sickly stallion, and Africa had whisked her to relative safety by the back of the group. The bewilderment and strain seemed to climax; misunderstandings and raw emotions at the mercy of that crazed situation engulfing them all, and Windwalker could apparently stand it no longer. The raven-hued stallion slipped away from the Oracle and her young friend, and Cypress’ delicate and innocent gaze lifted to meet the brewing concern building behind those pastel, creamy eyes. Long, heavy ears wilted forward to catch the young creature’s voice as it melded into the sea of trouble surrounding, and she offered the best smile available. "It is spreading." She answered glumly and truthfully. "It is thieving the minds of our closest friends and family; turning them against us, poisoning their thoughts." She found herself thinking about Silk, his proclamation of love and ground her teeth unhappily that such a thing had fallen from the lips of a wraith. Certainly now, what stirring emotion had been present was only a residual sting in her heart. She resented his carelessness- Africa had been attacked twice, both times evading this hungry plague; and she loathed him for vomiting false emotions for all public to know. "This Sanctuary will mind us while the darkness spreads above. I have ventured deeper darling Cypress, and there is a room flourishing with vegetation and life far more beautiful than anything thriving atop Helovia’s crust. Would you like me to take you down?" Africa felt terribly for the young Unicorn- the restless explorer whose tales and experiences were almost as captivating as those fairy-tales woven by a mother’s crafty tongue. "Pray that the God’s find a way to cure the land so we can all be free once more." The Oracle’s lips dipped to fondle affectionately the flecked-bay’s ears, avoiding naturally the spear which loomed down a small way between the girl’s lovely eyes. |
@[Cypress]
