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01-14-2016, 11:19 AM
Ashamin
Just as the haruspex managed to tug his youngest companion loose from the tree, he heard a voice. And the voice spoke a name. And the name was his mother's. And though he knew that in this land so few knew of that fact, actually none, he froze as if the voice was one from his past. When he unstuck himself and Rakt (the latter falling ungracefully but softly into a pile of leaf litter) and managed to turn around, he saw that it was. "Zahra?" She was older. Golder, blacker, whiter and more beautiful, but she was there. It had been a long time, almost a year, maybe not even that long, but she had changed. Just as he had grown stronger, built muscles and bruises and scars and strength, Zahra had grown closer from being a filly to a mare. How much can change in so little time--does time change at all, or just distort? The questions buzzed in his mind as he stepped closer with quiet hesitance. Rakt held position on the ground, apparently too exhausted to rise, and Lochan tilted his head while remaining cautiously in his bonded's shadow. Know? he asked the haruspex tentatively, all while painting pictures of the inside pattern of his shell, Met? But Lochan hadn't known or met Zahra, not really. Safe in the confines of his egg, before being introduced to this harsh world, he had rested near her while she had healed Ashamin and woven for him the sarong he wore now. The prolonged silence, Ashamin's difficulty in communicating the complicated idea to Lochan, only further intrigued the plain cerndyr until he broke his typical shyness and strode forward, nosing at the young mare and the creatures accompanying her. Even Rakt, so characteristically unbemused, perked up at the thought of being left out, at the thought of something he could learn. Ashamin's long tail fell to the ground, his heart beat rapidly and his stomach sank. He remembered the waters, the pain... everything this young creature had done for him, and how little he'd been able to do for her in return. He had to change that. He had to help her, he had to--stop getting ahead of himself. "Zahra, I... I was so worried about you." And he had been. Because he had last seen her alone in this southern temple, because she had bled for him and then been abandoned, as it seemed she always was. But now she was back, and he stood before her, and he had a chance to make things right. Slowly, carefully, he reached out to touch his cheek to hers in long awaited greeting. "It's so good to see you again, safe." "" |
(FYI tags don't use brackets anymore, Riven. They are glitchy though. :/)
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