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12-21-2016, 02:56 PM
Aquila
The cold season marked the passing of another year in Helovia. And time, it’s endless marching beat, slowly wore away the proud ferocity that was Aquila. The seahorse’s limbs moved in a sluggish gait, her ridges lay flat and lifeless against her neck. Even her barbed tail drug lightly in the snow, leaving a trail behind her in the powder. She was drawn the turtle’s call, not because of his words, but because of the feeling in them. There was some sort of promise, some hope, that her blue-blood-pumping heart was drawn to—that it needed. As she approached, her unblinking and overlarge eyes (but they were so dull, now) watched others put things on the tree. Materialistic things, but filled with immaterial, intangible meaning.
A soft, quiet breath pushed out of her ridged nostrils. She had so little that she felt she had nothing. Nothing of consequence. Nothing of worth. She hovered at the other side of the tree, apart from all these Helovians, mind turning and thinking as slowly and downtrodden as her appearance.
And then she stepped forward, sharp teeth grasping and freeing a small, grey, mercurial amulet from amid her tightly fitted ridges of her withers. “I found this deep in the sea, where my home once was,” her deep, throaty voice sounded blandly—so different from her usual boldness.
Indeed, she had found this amulet shortly after the diving expedition with Kisamoa and all the other Helovians. She had returned to try and find the reef he had showed them that day—hoping (praying) that it contained some portal to the Rift.
But it hadn’t. It had only given her this. A promise of some sort. Or, perhaps more appropriately, a consolation.
"... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island disappeared into the depths of the sea."
Aquila keeps to herself and puts her Kaos Amulet on the tree.
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