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01-30-2017, 11:46 PM
esinakh
vod chafaan
dust to the wind
At the rumble and flying spittle, the strange filly skitters sideways, just barely avoiding the offensive and disgusting spray. She bleats loudly, frightened, as her bleached eyes widen and follow the impressive arks each glitter, spit droplet made before landing and melting the snow with their heat. Her white-banded nostrils flared, trembling slightly, as her gaze darted from spit-spots to Yeti, unsure of what to do: flee or linger. The twisted parts of her brain were screaming for her to fly; fly far, far away from this spitting beast. But those same parts also wanted her to stay; to remain in close scrutiny of the thick, white fur and symmetrical horns.
“Esi! Come see brother Theo.”
And, just like that, as always, @Arakh was the answer to her inner turmoil. Her darting eyes shot to brother calf and settled; a visible calm swept away her tremors and lessened the whites around her already-white eyes. And, with quick halting steps, she scurried over to her twin and the glowing, grey colt with him.
Ever watchful (and wary) eyes cast towards the ephemeral crown of flames ‘Theo’ made. And then they darted to Rak’s feathered headdress he offered. For a moment, the filly’s barred brow furrowed, soft and small lips marred with uncertainty. Should she make one for the spitting ice lord? What could she make?
And then, with an almighty tremble, a chunk of ever-present, wet clay along her spine leapt in to a jagged, uneven crown. It was soft, needing to be tempered by flame, but it still was a crown for the Yeti. She swayed, in unsettled thoughts, gaze shooting between the adorned crowns and her simple sharp, grey, jagged one (though, let it be known, the jagged edges were symmetrical).
So, hesitantly, she edged towards her offering and carefully placed her beaded feather decoration along the crown’s front piece. Taking care to not touch the clay (and thus get it on her), she ordered the beads and feathers into perfect harmony on her grey crown.
And, when satisfied, her eyes swung towards @Mathèo , “You glow. And clean. Esi like you,” her shy voice was given with a soft smile on her small, grey lips.
“Esi! Come see brother Theo.”
And, just like that, as always, @Arakh was the answer to her inner turmoil. Her darting eyes shot to brother calf and settled; a visible calm swept away her tremors and lessened the whites around her already-white eyes. And, with quick halting steps, she scurried over to her twin and the glowing, grey colt with him.
Ever watchful (and wary) eyes cast towards the ephemeral crown of flames ‘Theo’ made. And then they darted to Rak’s feathered headdress he offered. For a moment, the filly’s barred brow furrowed, soft and small lips marred with uncertainty. Should she make one for the spitting ice lord? What could she make?
And then, with an almighty tremble, a chunk of ever-present, wet clay along her spine leapt in to a jagged, uneven crown. It was soft, needing to be tempered by flame, but it still was a crown for the Yeti. She swayed, in unsettled thoughts, gaze shooting between the adorned crowns and her simple sharp, grey, jagged one (though, let it be known, the jagged edges were symmetrical).
So, hesitantly, she edged towards her offering and carefully placed her beaded feather decoration along the crown’s front piece. Taking care to not touch the clay (and thus get it on her), she ordered the beads and feathers into perfect harmony on her grey crown.
And, when satisfied, her eyes swung towards @Mathèo , “You glow. And clean. Esi like you,” her shy voice was given with a soft smile on her small, grey lips.
Summary: Esi makes jagged clay crown with feather/bead decorations.
Seeking: Rougarou
No prior refusals.
Please tag Esinakh.
