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01-16-2017, 10:44 PM
esinakh
The calf shuffled forward, white-rimmed ear swiveling around in a quick, staccato fashion. What were they gathering for, now? Esi was not sure, but she was sure that she was glad this time they gathered inland, away from the sea and sand. Even the crumbling ruins were a welcome sight if it meant escaping the shore… Well, perhaps not entirely welcome, as her jittery gaze repeatedly and anxiously returned to the crumbling pillar’s uneven surfaces.
But then Kis began to speak— Clean things? Esi was good at that. Clean bones? Her movements faltered, pale eyes widening as they darted back towards the strangely assembled man. Kisamoa had never settled well in the calf’s mind—he was too odd. Too asymmetrical. Too… wrong to fit nicely in the calf’s strangely structured, rigid mind.
This could be messy. Dirty. So the filly hesitated, unsure if she could help Kis in his task. Her wings stretched instinctively—now that she knew how to fly, she sought an escape from all this confusion and worry. Anxiously, she watched brother calf frolic off with other foals. Could she do that? Could she join in, haphazardly? A soft, uncertain snort pushed out of her barred muzzle. She didn’t know.
But then Kis began to speak— Clean things? Esi was good at that. Clean bones? Her movements faltered, pale eyes widening as they darted back towards the strangely assembled man. Kisamoa had never settled well in the calf’s mind—he was too odd. Too asymmetrical. Too… wrong to fit nicely in the calf’s strangely structured, rigid mind.
This could be messy. Dirty. So the filly hesitated, unsure if she could help Kis in his task. Her wings stretched instinctively—now that she knew how to fly, she sought an escape from all this confusion and worry. Anxiously, she watched brother calf frolic off with other foals. Could she do that? Could she join in, haphazardly? A soft, uncertain snort pushed out of her barred muzzle. She didn’t know.
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