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She was looking for brother. The small calf’s steps were disjointed and quick, skittering towards patches of greener grass in the meadow in an effort to avoid the dry, dusty parts. Rak left home so much more often than her… and, in a rare moment of bravery (brought about by a sudden, intense longing for her twin) she, too, had left the relative safety of the misted forests and their flowing streams.
But, as she ventured further and further into this broad, dry meadow, she was regretting such a reckless, rash decision with every frantic hoof-fall. Pale, pale eyes were round and ringed in white as her gaze darted around anxiously, searching for a large calf with wings and horns. Instead, though, she found a large body with a single horn. Along the tree-line a man moved toward a particularly large patch of green—the fidgety filly would have missed it if not for the stallion’s pointed, direct movements.
So, with restless movements of her small, slender, knobby legs and wings carefully tucked into her sides, she moved towards the man. Her nervousness had caused a few beads of clay to cluster along her spine, but she had not yet noticed them. Blissful ignorance what the approach her young mind had taken to her distressing passive magic—ignoring the clay that filmed her skin for as long as possible until it broke into her consciousness in a tsunami of panic.
Her pale, jittery eyes looked up at the bay stallion’s equally pale gaze. “Hello. I Esi. Have you seen brother Rak? He look like me,” her voice, though shaking slightly, was surprisingly clear and loud for one as nervous as she. Though she was not scared of the the stallion, she was afraid of the earth around her.
But, as she ventured further and further into this broad, dry meadow, she was regretting such a reckless, rash decision with every frantic hoof-fall. Pale, pale eyes were round and ringed in white as her gaze darted around anxiously, searching for a large calf with wings and horns. Instead, though, she found a large body with a single horn. Along the tree-line a man moved toward a particularly large patch of green—the fidgety filly would have missed it if not for the stallion’s pointed, direct movements.
So, with restless movements of her small, slender, knobby legs and wings carefully tucked into her sides, she moved towards the man. Her nervousness had caused a few beads of clay to cluster along her spine, but she had not yet noticed them. Blissful ignorance what the approach her young mind had taken to her distressing passive magic—ignoring the clay that filmed her skin for as long as possible until it broke into her consciousness in a tsunami of panic.
Her pale, jittery eyes looked up at the bay stallion’s equally pale gaze. “Hello. I Esi. Have you seen brother Rak? He look like me,” her voice, though shaking slightly, was surprisingly clear and loud for one as nervous as she. Though she was not scared of the the stallion, she was afraid of the earth around her.
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