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esinakh
Brother calf’s sweet words do wonders—far more than any others’—as they wash away her filth. Rak was her stability; he protected her, comforted her, gave her a sense of worth when all around her was crumbling in panic. Never did he turn her away or berate her for her compulsions; nor did he become exasperated as mother sometimes hid behind concern in her pale eyes. The calf may be strange, but she was not stupid; intuition, though sometimes approaching her differently than it would others, still illuminated things in her tangled mind.
Even now, Rak did not deny her, answering her request with a nod of his largely horned head—and elated trepidation explodes in her chest, causing her slender, barred limbs to quake. But any excitement is quashed by brother’s next words: “Come to dunes.”
Her grey-and-white rimmed ears tilt backwards, pale eyes wide and darting from the dunes, the deep sand that stretched to them, and Rak. Her breaths began to come faster, small nostrils flaring as the white snip between them quivered, “Rak—can—can—” her small voice stumbled over a few words as she remained in the waves, not following her brother.
“Can teach here? Not on dunes?” Her eyes were large and pleading, grey and white wings tucked tightly to her body as a physical manifestation of her sudden, intense need to not cross back onto the beach. Her slender ribs moved quickly with her shallow breaths and rising panic, brow creased in fear and worry as shewaited pleaded with brother calf with her eyes.
Even now, Rak did not deny her, answering her request with a nod of his largely horned head—and elated trepidation explodes in her chest, causing her slender, barred limbs to quake. But any excitement is quashed by brother’s next words: “Come to dunes.”
Her grey-and-white rimmed ears tilt backwards, pale eyes wide and darting from the dunes, the deep sand that stretched to them, and Rak. Her breaths began to come faster, small nostrils flaring as the white snip between them quivered, “Rak—can—can—” her small voice stumbled over a few words as she remained in the waves, not following her brother.
“Can teach here? Not on dunes?” Her eyes were large and pleading, grey and white wings tucked tightly to her body as a physical manifestation of her sudden, intense need to not cross back onto the beach. Her slender ribs moved quickly with her shallow breaths and rising panic, brow creased in fear and worry as she
You will fight a battle
more than once to win
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