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12-20-2016, 10:32 AM
esinakh
Small, white-and-grey ears twitch forward from their nervous swiveling. She never liked crowds. So, per usual, she hovered at the edges amid the edges of the gathering (drawn by the conflicting, innate need to be near others, even if her tangled mind didn’t want to be among them). Pale eyes darted around, from the overlarge turtle that yawned beneath a great, evergreen tree. And he spoke—his voice a bounding warm sound (somewhat like their old King).
The orb of green light glowed in Esi’s pallid gaze, staining her white eyes a slightly emerald. Her face twitched as she watched him hang it—alone, unmatched with anything else adorning the tree. Her teeth worked, grinding together, as unease crept through her. The ornament wasn’t even or symmetrical!
But then more stepped forward, placing their own ornaments on the branches—her darting and nervous gaze left the quickly filling branches as a familiar bleat called out. “Rak?” Was her own, answering bleat; though her voice was hushed by the scope of the crowd and unease at the many, mismatched ornaments hanging from the limbs.
She shuffled forward, eyes following to Rak’s grey feather that gleaming amid the snow-draped boughs. Her tiny teeth worked her grey lips—she was glad that brother-calf kept her statue with him instead of placing it on the tree. But if brother-calf put something on the tree, then should she?
A soft, unsure breath pushed out of her nostrils as she looked from brother, to turtle, to the cluttered lower limbs. And then she shuffled forward, trembling shoulders squared in determination as clay welling along her shoulders. Jaw clenched and eyes screwed up in concentration, the clay slowly formed into a mirror-image of the grey feather brother-calf had placed on the tree. Straining on her hind limbs, she placed it alongside his token.
“Rak teach me flying. Save Esi from sand and dirt and bad things,” was her quiet, explaining bleat before she returned to stand alongside her twin.
The orb of green light glowed in Esi’s pallid gaze, staining her white eyes a slightly emerald. Her face twitched as she watched him hang it—alone, unmatched with anything else adorning the tree. Her teeth worked, grinding together, as unease crept through her. The ornament wasn’t even or symmetrical!
But then more stepped forward, placing their own ornaments on the branches—her darting and nervous gaze left the quickly filling branches as a familiar bleat called out. “Rak?” Was her own, answering bleat; though her voice was hushed by the scope of the crowd and unease at the many, mismatched ornaments hanging from the limbs.
She shuffled forward, eyes following to Rak’s grey feather that gleaming amid the snow-draped boughs. Her tiny teeth worked her grey lips—she was glad that brother-calf kept her statue with him instead of placing it on the tree. But if brother-calf put something on the tree, then should she?
A soft, unsure breath pushed out of her nostrils as she looked from brother, to turtle, to the cluttered lower limbs. And then she shuffled forward, trembling shoulders squared in determination as clay welling along her shoulders. Jaw clenched and eyes screwed up in concentration, the clay slowly formed into a mirror-image of the grey feather brother-calf had placed on the tree. Straining on her hind limbs, she placed it alongside his token.
“Rak teach me flying. Save Esi from sand and dirt and bad things,” was her quiet, explaining bleat before she returned to stand alongside her twin.
Esi crafts a grey, clay feather and places it on the tree!
@Arakh because Esi just can't leave her bro alone
Please tag Esinakh.
