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01-14-2016, 03:39 AM
It was really far down. As she teetered there on the edge between life and death, earth and solid ground, the filly hesitated. Determination seeped from her like water through cupped hands until mere stubbornness kept her in place, swaying and swallowing hard as the wind ruffled through her hair. Buffeted this way and that by its rough affections Erthë struggled with herself and this sudden appearance of acrophobia, found herself torn by the desire to test her wings and a very real fear of death.
This was new. She had been afraid before, but never like this. Fear of pain, fear of losing someone important, fear of humiliation and loneliness and crippling injuries she understood. Never before had she truly feared to die however, and now it struck her like a kick in the gut. A guttural groan vibrated through her cords as she literally wriggled there on the rim, porcelain cloves stepping precariously on the barren rock and dislodging pebbles and dust as she stood there. Mere moments had passed but to Erthë it seemed like a small eternity, quivering heartbeats reminding her of how wonderful it was to breathe, to think, to blink and smell the crisp tartness of ripening fruits and berries that came sweeping up from the world below.
Was it really worth risking all of this, just to learn using her wings? Was it worth maybe sacrificing her life to have more?
But then, it was her own freedom she forsook by backing off. The chance to go wherever she wanted, when she wanted, unhampered by pain or gravity. Unbound, free, independent...
Yes, she wanted to fly. But maybe throwing herself off a cliff wasn't the right way to go about learning to do that.
And once this thought brought her back to her senses, Erthë sighed in relief and turned, smiling with relief as she made to put her forelegs back onto solid ground. Retreating, but with honor and self esteem still intact.
Before she had properly folded the wings back to their resting place however, a gust of wind grabbed hold of them and jerked her forward. Erthë lost her balance, and with a startled shriek she disappeared over the edge.
Erthë
the night is calling my name
@Thranduil - so so sorry for the wait ;__; Hope you're still up for this.
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