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08-19-2014, 12:24 PM
 100% Water sloshed from the crystal cup as Africa bounced energetically back towards the rim of the oasis. The long glossy grey feathers trimming her only wing flared outwards as she went; hurrying (because the situation was dire), and trying in vain to balance enough to not lose Rasta’s cool drink altogether along the way. "Hurry-hurry-hurry..." she chanted to herself aloud, inexpert teeth gripping the slippery surface of the leaf-vessel and lips wrapped awkwardly around it as well. Saliva pooled in her open mouth, spilling, blending with the water; tongue lolling backwards and forwards, but she barely noticed. Large almond-shaped eyes were creased with worry as they strained through the desert’s hardy undergrowth, hunting for her friends. All was still and quiet when she arrived back. The ailing mare’s head lay across a bed of Sohalia’s wing feathers, eyes opened weakly, nostrils panting all the while for air. Gingerly and delicately the one-winged mare crept forward with the trickle of water still pooled in the base of her cup, and she lowered it towards Rasta with softly blowing, tender breaths. When she had set it down in the sand, her gaze lifted to examine the expressions of Andromeda and Sohalia, hoping at least to learn if the need for concern had escalated. Though still the same worry wrought through her own pale features seemed to stain theirs, it hadn’t worsened, and Africa allowed herself a deep, relieved breath. She had been away during the chorus of feeble apologising. With shoulders flinching as the adrenaline fuelling her body began to subside, the dappled Pegasus asked with a tender note, "What happened to you? Where have you been?" Warm nurturing eyes gazed down upon the slumped form of their friend, confusion glazed across them. Perhaps the Darkness was the cause of this, Africa shuddered and thought of Silk; of the two half rotted corpses that had pursued her many seasons ago before the herd had taken shelter. Rasta seemed not to have the wounds of the sickness though, and she was recovering at last- hopefully enough to explain. |
Table and Picture by Nicole <3
