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Each time his cloven feet took him by the lakeside Tilney could only cast his nose skywards. Each night he found himself praying for a silhouette of four pennons among the galaxy. The man would stop, marble hooves dug firmly in the mud stream-side while he paused to pray and hope with his gaze cast skywards. Then he would look between each tree for any sign of the glistening pelt that belonged to the ivory princess, the mother of his sweet Maude. Where had she gone this time? What had tore her away from them? Or was it her own purple heart this time. Arah was bruised and beaten both inside and out, her skin bearing chips and cracks from duels with the Starry eyed though it was Crowley who had caused her to wither beneath the peel. Tossing another look to the curling leaves and how they retreated from the frost, Tilney wondered how long he would continue to look for them. It could not go on, this misery - but he could not stop. And so it was with a sigh that the antlered man pressed on through the fog along the lake shore, frost-frozen grass snapping underfoot and a trail of breath following his nostrils. It didn't take long for the lantern man to stumble upon his home and find Maude curled up under the shelter of the tree trunk. Finally a smile graced his countenance as he gazed affectionately at the only loved one left at the home tree. Tilney shrugged off his cloak and nudged it over Maudes pearl-coloured body, hoping it would keep sickness away from the sleeping babe. With a look to the tree next door, Tilney noted that Glasgow wasn't yet settled for the night. She never went far, and Tilney needed to thank her for watching Maude. Finding the rugged mares tracks in the frosty grass, Tilney wandered his way through the trees for what seemed like miles upon miles until he came upon the unicorn by the wall. He almost wished he had kept his cloak; he was freezing. "Glasgow" the stag breathed lowly, stepping beside the busy mare and nodding to her. It was clear Tilney was not happy as he stood and glanced over the scarred doe. Really, he was just frightened of how much she looked like Arah from a certain angle. It pained him yet also relieved him of the hoards of anger he had honed over the past weeks. "It's a beautiful night" he couldn't help but utter. |
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@Glasgow
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Wander or Leave
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