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10-10-2016, 08:32 PM
A girl closes her eyes to imagine something fantastic, and when she opens them, she hears the call.
This girl prances to the shoreline, following the gathering bodies until she finds herself surrounded by strangers, standing before a foreign creature who can only be described as god-like, though she is sure that it would be blasphemous to say so aloud. Either way, she is awestruck by its appearance: the smooth blue-grey-green of its skin; the strange, horn-like protrusion from its forehead; and even the cheerful, charismatic way it greets them all. This girl is not usually taken in by such common pleasantries, nor is she idiotic enough to not realize that this creature could pose a threat - but she is not alone, and surely all of them combined could overpower even such an odd being as this, whomever it may be?
She sees her mother across the way and pointedly ignores her, closing her eyes again as though she can will away a bad dream. Bodies press in on her and she flinches, moving carefully through the crowd until she finds herself on the outskirts next to a dark mare tinged with blue lightning. She feels an immediate kinship with the stranger, her own flickering marking sparkling and shimmering as it reaches for the strange mare.
Away from the center of the crowd, this girl can breathe again. Here, her skin does not prickle with each gentle whoosh of wind as a stranger passes by. Here, the errant flicking of tails to shoo away the years last flies cannot bring tears to her eyes. Here, she can be free once more of the confines of companionship.
This girl waits to hear the reason for the siren's call.
"Talk."
This girl prances to the shoreline, following the gathering bodies until she finds herself surrounded by strangers, standing before a foreign creature who can only be described as god-like, though she is sure that it would be blasphemous to say so aloud. Either way, she is awestruck by its appearance: the smooth blue-grey-green of its skin; the strange, horn-like protrusion from its forehead; and even the cheerful, charismatic way it greets them all. This girl is not usually taken in by such common pleasantries, nor is she idiotic enough to not realize that this creature could pose a threat - but she is not alone, and surely all of them combined could overpower even such an odd being as this, whomever it may be?
She sees her mother across the way and pointedly ignores her, closing her eyes again as though she can will away a bad dream. Bodies press in on her and she flinches, moving carefully through the crowd until she finds herself on the outskirts next to a dark mare tinged with blue lightning. She feels an immediate kinship with the stranger, her own flickering marking sparkling and shimmering as it reaches for the strange mare.
Away from the center of the crowd, this girl can breathe again. Here, her skin does not prickle with each gentle whoosh of wind as a stranger passes by. Here, the errant flicking of tails to shoo away the years last flies cannot bring tears to her eyes. Here, she can be free once more of the confines of companionship.
This girl waits to hear the reason for the siren's call.
"Talk."
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