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11-24-2016, 03:53 AM
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The great chestnut had hardly given a word to the searchers, not one the whole trek to the Heavenly Fields. The treacherous journey which was possibly only meant to be embarked upon by the winged creatures of this land were fewer in this team unfortunately, and so the single-file line clambered up the cliff-side, all hopeful they would meet the plateau.
Tilney had demanded Toulouse lead, however, (it was probably the only thing he had said) despite the palominos hesitation to even come. How on earth were they going to find Arah if he didn't show them where he had found her? And so, with his ashen snout up the snakish geldings proverbial, they trudged up the mountain. It was when they finally reached the tableland that Tilneys heart truly began to thud. Arah was here. After so many months of searching, cursing her name for leaving him, she had always been here. She had never left him, And she was alive. Craning his head over the foggy landscape, Tilney knew sound would find it hard to travel here - it would just bounce off the fog and spill right over the edge of the mountain. If he shouted would he hear her? if she shouted back would he hear him? Anything was worth a try. "Arah!" Tilney began, letting his voice carry all his breath into the open with one huge shout. "Aaaaaraaaaaaaah!" was his next call, this time louder and longer than the first. His mind had lost the group, he forgot he was followed by a faithful flock come to help find her. Flicking his hooves up and out of the grass, he leapt into the heath and began at a bounding canter across the field. "It's me!" the man cried desperately, then stopping after a hefty number of strides to pause and listen for a response. Please be here, please be okay. @Aelfwine @Maude @Raeden @Laume |
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