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Rhoa
I hear something and immediately my legs turn to water. Ice water. I'm filled with it. My body begins to shake as adrenaline courses through my veins. I don't think I've ever been so frightened before in my life. But what am I even frightened of? I'm allowed to be here, it isn't like I'm doing anything wrong. And .. it's the middle of the day practically. You can't see if from down here, but up there the world is still bathed in light.
Am I .. afraid of the dark? Is that what I've just learned? Because I've never been afraid like this before, but I've also never been alone like this before in the dark. I mean, I"m alone in the Throat all the time (don't even get me started), and I've never felt this cold sloshy feeling in my stomach before.
Dear bird-lady. You're right. I'm not brave. Please just take it back. Take back whatever it is. I promise I"ll try harder! I silently pray as I'm now sure that this is my punishment for my bitter attitude on the beach. I can do better! I can! I'll learn to be brave I'll-
Oh. It suddenly occurs to me that maybe this isn't the bird-lady ending my life, but perhaps testing me? I want to push the thought away as soon as it enters into my mind because I don't want this to be a test. In fact, I just want to fold my wings against my sides to stop them from glowing and to hide in a corner unseen. But I can hear the bird-lady's cackle in my mind. She wouldn't be pleased.
Then again, neither would Father.
Unwillingly, I force himself to turn around. My wings unsteadily hang from my shoulders, flitting slightly as my small body continues to vibrate with energy. I can hear hooves now. Lots of them. Whoever it is, they aren't alone. Swallowing, I force myself (and I do mean force) to raise my wings which casts a weak pulsing light down the tunnel I had just come from. If Father were here his light would go much farther, but this is all that I have.
"H-Hello?" I call out, feeling immediate shame and embarrassment as my voice shuddered out of apprehension at who (or what) might answer.
Was it too late to take it back and hide in the darkness ?
Am I .. afraid of the dark? Is that what I've just learned? Because I've never been afraid like this before, but I've also never been alone like this before in the dark. I mean, I"m alone in the Throat all the time (don't even get me started), and I've never felt this cold sloshy feeling in my stomach before.
Dear bird-lady. You're right. I'm not brave. Please just take it back. Take back whatever it is. I promise I"ll try harder! I silently pray as I'm now sure that this is my punishment for my bitter attitude on the beach. I can do better! I can! I'll learn to be brave I'll-
Oh. It suddenly occurs to me that maybe this isn't the bird-lady ending my life, but perhaps testing me? I want to push the thought away as soon as it enters into my mind because I don't want this to be a test. In fact, I just want to fold my wings against my sides to stop them from glowing and to hide in a corner unseen. But I can hear the bird-lady's cackle in my mind. She wouldn't be pleased.
Then again, neither would Father.
Unwillingly, I force himself to turn around. My wings unsteadily hang from my shoulders, flitting slightly as my small body continues to vibrate with energy. I can hear hooves now. Lots of them. Whoever it is, they aren't alone. Swallowing, I force myself (and I do mean force) to raise my wings which casts a weak pulsing light down the tunnel I had just come from. If Father were here his light would go much farther, but this is all that I have.
"H-Hello?" I call out, feeling immediate shame and embarrassment as my voice shuddered out of apprehension at who (or what) might answer.
Was it too late to take it back and hide in the darkness ?
