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10-06-2016, 09:53 PM
 this town is only gonna get worse You are summoned. Though instinctively your contrary nature pulls back hard against the call, curiosity proves a stronger impulse than spite. Who belongs to that voice? Who so tremendously demands your presence? God, echoes a small voice, a half-thought, and though you banish it immediately, the word lingers. You have yet to encounter such a creature, though the blood of one rushes in hot, disquiet rivers through your veins. Distantly, your thoughts turn to your father, to Vesper, to Mama and all the turmoil your life has been these past few months. Anymore, you don't remember how to exist peacefully. You go. You were always going to go. The ocean roars and sighs into your ears as you pick your way toward the beach, down the beach, a lonely dark figure small against the shore but not so small when you approach the gathering already formed up ahead. You're half-grown now and lanky, your bones pushing out beneath a thickening winter coat at all sorts of odd angles. Black, oddly feathered wings twitch and clamp to your sides. They're small compared to the wings of others — small even folded, twitching and uncertain. You don't miss the difference, but your body language draws no attention to it as you approach, your hooves loud on the bridge of stone (that's new, isn't it?). And dark thing that you are, lonely thing that you are so intent to be, you skirt the edges of the bodies, your head craning up and around, horn brandished at the sky. That — in the middle. What is the word for that? You wonder if you'll learn, should you linger. With nothing better to do, with questions whirling through your head like swift birds, you stall out. Though you think you recognize some of those nearby (the dark man, the girl with fire limning her spine), you don't approach. You claim your own space away from the faces you know, the faces you've glimpsed, the faces you will forget after leaving here. And you wait. You listen. You wonder what there is to learn in this part of the world. VIRGA |
saunters in and derps off to the side, where he stares like a weird loner
