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01-16-2017, 10:37 PM
Her soft, white marked muzzle pushed insistently in uncertainty against Rak’s shoulder. Though the calf was entirely unsure of their move away from the Edge (the Edge was home. safe. known. The Throat was… not. It was new. strange. full of sand.) she faithfully trusted and followed brother-calf. He knew best, after all. He knew how to calm her. He knew how to clean her when she was too incapacitated to do so herself. He just knew. He was her calm and her center.
So, with soft but incessant touches of her muzzle against his shoulder and (her favorite) the soft patch of skin beneath where his wing met his shoulder, her light and skittering hoof falls follow alongside Arakh’s sure and steady ones. And, with every returned touch by her brother, a soft and relieved sigh pushes out her soft, small nostrils.
The tiny filly’s skin does like the warmer weather of the south. Though she cannot stand sweat, she prefers a temperate climate to a snow-covered, chilled one. So, with a few worry lines leaving her face, she raises her head to look across the (seemingly) insurmountable sea that awned, vast and daunting, before them. Pale, pale eyes widen as she looks across, before glancing with mild panic at her twin. “Cross that?” Her small voice is incredulous and shocked. She was too young and traumatized to remember the crossing back from their birth.
Some of her panic mitigates with Rak’s close touch, smile, and reassuring words. Though, truthfully, the only family that matters to her is brother-calf. Rak is the one that feels this pressing draw towards others of their blood. The only other blood Esi had met, thus far, had been Oizys. And she could happily do without the cruel, grey filly.
Her head whipped around to another that approached— a colt not much younger than themselves and about the same size as Esi. The colt was a warm grey, as if someone had taken Esi’s coat and rolled it in golden sands. Though the thought makes her grey hide shudder. Uncertainly, she looks from the colt’s light blue eyes to Rak’s electric ones, before hesitantly offering the newcomer and answer, “Family. We Wildfire’s calves.” She shifted tentatively, feathers ruffling and resettling on her sides.
So, with soft but incessant touches of her muzzle against his shoulder and (her favorite) the soft patch of skin beneath where his wing met his shoulder, her light and skittering hoof falls follow alongside Arakh’s sure and steady ones. And, with every returned touch by her brother, a soft and relieved sigh pushes out her soft, small nostrils.
The tiny filly’s skin does like the warmer weather of the south. Though she cannot stand sweat, she prefers a temperate climate to a snow-covered, chilled one. So, with a few worry lines leaving her face, she raises her head to look across the (seemingly) insurmountable sea that awned, vast and daunting, before them. Pale, pale eyes widen as she looks across, before glancing with mild panic at her twin. “Cross that?” Her small voice is incredulous and shocked. She was too young and traumatized to remember the crossing back from their birth.
Some of her panic mitigates with Rak’s close touch, smile, and reassuring words. Though, truthfully, the only family that matters to her is brother-calf. Rak is the one that feels this pressing draw towards others of their blood. The only other blood Esi had met, thus far, had been Oizys. And she could happily do without the cruel, grey filly.
Her head whipped around to another that approached— a colt not much younger than themselves and about the same size as Esi. The colt was a warm grey, as if someone had taken Esi’s coat and rolled it in golden sands. Though the thought makes her grey hide shudder. Uncertainly, she looks from the colt’s light blue eyes to Rak’s electric ones, before hesitantly offering the newcomer and answer, “Family. We Wildfire’s calves.” She shifted tentatively, feathers ruffling and resettling on her sides.
esinakh
i hope my last breath is a sigh of relief
@Arakh @Patrick and anyone who can accept them :D
Please tag Esinakh.
