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05-28-2014, 04:57 PM
Aithniel
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
Aithniel's churning, silver eyes follow the line of the long, sharp, golden bone of the one she called Maaa. There, she found what she required to survive, sustenance, antibodies, protection. She ate hungrily, listening to the rumble of her words without understanding. Underneath her belly was a safe place, and she struggled to understand why she did not have a Maaa when she was in the sandy place.
The boy who found her joined her on the other side, and shyly, she stepped away, just for a moment. Aithniel made sure she was not in the way before returning to eating, for once, not starving. The sun girl had been kind, but she had not had this... delicious... stuff.
He said something in response before eating again, and she blissfully ignored their strange language. When she was finally full for the first time in her very short life, she stepped back and yawned, stretching her gray muzzle and blinking, walking around comfortably, more confident. Very carefully, she shook out her coat, a cloud of sand and dust poofing from the white hairs.
Now, she was ready to go with them. Ready to follow her new family wherever they were going. This sense of belonging and hope was scary.
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
