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01-13-2015, 10:36 AM
The bird is watching as the moon slides down, everything about him is as quiet as the glowing ball he’s watching sink beyond the alps. The stars linger and he watches them fade, blinking dimly until finally the rosy gold colors swallow them up. His companion sleeps behind a thin veil of dreams beneath his gnarled, hibernating tree perch outside of Tang’s cave. When the sun begins to ascend the other birds, the singing type, begin their melodies. This, as always, draws the silver unicorn out of her den. The chunky painted driftwood beads quietly knocking against each other as they splash from her body, swaying and dangling from their willow-string ropes. It was one of the things she’d found and fashioned back together, Phrixus had helped her make it hang from the cave entrance like a curtain. They nod to one another as they always do, the bird looking her over to make sure she’d made it through her sleeping unharmed. He usually finds that she’s perfectly fine – it’s only when she has the dreadful dreams that she appears scathed when she wakes.
Today is different the any old day, she felt it when those icy blue eyes met her warm ones – Phrixus has over heard the wind whispering again. Truly it is the bird’s keen sense of sight that has told him, though. Someone new has come. He watches as the dark brothers slip passed the dawn-lit sentinels. He swoops down and away, Tangere knows this language aptly and gracefully rolls into a canter to follow him across the Basin. She lopes in the sinking wet sends of the lakeshore, her pale bird, large and silent, soaring above her. The grasses take over and she picks over this terrain just as easily. When she comes within sight of them she has to slow down, trotting and then a walk, her pink mottled nostrils flaring and her wide chocolate eyes glistening like a child full of wonderment.
“Hello!” Her voice as bright as her eyes, light and youthful, innocent. Phrixus lands low and watches the pair, eyeing the shine of the masked boy’s faceplate. “Welcome!” She approaches comfortably, the morning light dappling her sabino coat and her white face, sparkling in her amber-brown gaze. She speaks to the newcomer even though she has yet to meet the unmasked boy – she knows of him though. How could she not have? They live in the same place. She nods to him, Torleik, “I am Tangere, welcome back, I hope your journey was pleasant?” She smiles still, speaking to both of them by the end of her sentence. By now her nostrils have stopped flaring and her muscles have relaxed. She looks on with her ears up, her posture casual, watching them curiously.
Today is different the any old day, she felt it when those icy blue eyes met her warm ones – Phrixus has over heard the wind whispering again. Truly it is the bird’s keen sense of sight that has told him, though. Someone new has come. He watches as the dark brothers slip passed the dawn-lit sentinels. He swoops down and away, Tangere knows this language aptly and gracefully rolls into a canter to follow him across the Basin. She lopes in the sinking wet sends of the lakeshore, her pale bird, large and silent, soaring above her. The grasses take over and she picks over this terrain just as easily. When she comes within sight of them she has to slow down, trotting and then a walk, her pink mottled nostrils flaring and her wide chocolate eyes glistening like a child full of wonderment.
“Hello!” Her voice as bright as her eyes, light and youthful, innocent. Phrixus lands low and watches the pair, eyeing the shine of the masked boy’s faceplate. “Welcome!” She approaches comfortably, the morning light dappling her sabino coat and her white face, sparkling in her amber-brown gaze. She speaks to the newcomer even though she has yet to meet the unmasked boy – she knows of him though. How could she not have? They live in the same place. She nods to him, Torleik, “I am Tangere, welcome back, I hope your journey was pleasant?” She smiles still, speaking to both of them by the end of her sentence. By now her nostrils have stopped flaring and her muscles have relaxed. She looks on with her ears up, her posture casual, watching them curiously.
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