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11-08-2016, 04:20 PM
 It's round three, and where are you? Hiding, that's where- torn between your curiosity about this whole Kisamoa ocean adventure thing and your strong, twisting desire to avoid Mesec and your mother at all possible cost. You debated even coming (though not for long, let's be real), ultimately deciding that the best course of action was to kind of hang out on the edge, watching the gathering but staying out of sight of certain people. Oh, sure, you'd absolutely love to be 100% involved at all times, but right now? Right now the thought of facing Ampere fills you with enough dread that it douses your normal curiosity, leaving only a sputtering flicker in its place. There's a hill in your way, and beyond it, the sea. You climb the dune quickly, because you can see all the assembled people and hear their riotous voices and you're already running quite late. You'd planned to crest it and then run down, making your way into some small pocket of safety, but as you reach its summit you come to realize that you're not the only one standing on the periphery. There's a kinda-familiar painted pegasus not so far away, one you recognize from that clusterfuck at the Edge, and near her a much-more-familiar filly you know to be your half-sister. For a second you hesitate, the desire to mingle strong- -but a flash of blue moves through the crowd and your mind is made up, because nope, not even risking seeing Ma. Grinning broadly you make your way over to the pegasi, bounding into the space between them with boyish good humor and a bright greeting on your lips. "Hey there, Miss Iona," you greet the older mare, before turning to the filly. "Little Oxpecker." Ma once explained that the birds eat bugs off other animals, and the filly with her endless need to chew on your shoulder reminds you of them. "What's that?" You've finally noticed the expanse of glass which has taken the place of sand on the beach, and your voice is full of curious awe. Part of you wants to go out and touch it, but the other part, again, thinks showing your face might be a bad plan. So you wait, a bowstring pulled taut with excitement, hoping there will be answers soon for the jumble of questions bustling in your head. |
- table by Niki -
@Iona and @Esinakh
