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Själ
"Zero!" a voice cried from the back of the crowd, preluding the almost effortless arrival of the dark princess. Her golden eyes were wide with excitement, her voice breathless with the effort of squeezing through the large group to take up a place at his side. "What's going on?" she added in a whisper, not wanting to seem entirely oblivious to what was happening. All she knew so far was that Ansgar had seen a strange creature emerge from the sea. The mental image that the flying griffin had sent to her brought Själ to the strange bridge that had been called to help the wingless cross onto the Isles.
There was one other horse standing near Zero, but Själ's attention was on the blue-green form of the creature, and thus her jealousy was held at bay. Ansgar drifted down from the blue sky above to land easily on the girl's haunches, squawking a greeting to Zèklè before beginning to preen her feathers proudly. One beady eye was focused on the stranger, for the pair had heard many strange tales of unknown gods and distant lands, and one couldn't be too careful. What if something happened and Zero needed help? What if they all had to turn and run, and a stampede across the bridge (which the creature, no doubt, would tear apart beneath them) was all that could save them?
You're being morbid, Själ interrupted dryly. Ansgar grumbled only slightly, but her actions and her mentality stayed the same. With a roll of her eyes, Själ regarded the sea-horse shrewdly. "Why did you want to meet us?" she asked, her question more curious than challenging. After all, what was so interesting about their melting pot of odd horses? Sure, some of them had wings or horns or magic or any combination of the three, but surely to creatures who could sink to the ocean's depths, all of that was just... boring. What could possibly have coaxed this creature from its home?
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
There was one other horse standing near Zero, but Själ's attention was on the blue-green form of the creature, and thus her jealousy was held at bay. Ansgar drifted down from the blue sky above to land easily on the girl's haunches, squawking a greeting to Zèklè before beginning to preen her feathers proudly. One beady eye was focused on the stranger, for the pair had heard many strange tales of unknown gods and distant lands, and one couldn't be too careful. What if something happened and Zero needed help? What if they all had to turn and run, and a stampede across the bridge (which the creature, no doubt, would tear apart beneath them) was all that could save them?
You're being morbid, Själ interrupted dryly. Ansgar grumbled only slightly, but her actions and her mentality stayed the same. With a roll of her eyes, Själ regarded the sea-horse shrewdly. "Why did you want to meet us?" she asked, her question more curious than challenging. After all, what was so interesting about their melting pot of odd horses? Sure, some of them had wings or horns or magic or any combination of the three, but surely to creatures who could sink to the ocean's depths, all of that was just... boring. What could possibly have coaxed this creature from its home?
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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