This is one of the first times that I have used my newly-acquired key to get off the Throat’s island. Once my hooves had touched the sand of the mainland, I had simply moved, wandering somewhere northbound while allowing the push and pull of the earth to take me where it will. I’m not familiar with Helovia, so I don’t know where I am when my feet stumble onto a mountain path. With my head lowered and the long curtain of my hair shadowing my eyes, I barely comprehend that I continue up, up, and up—
Until suddenly, I’m no longer alone.
“Alqaraf,” I choke out.
I feel a surge of coldness rush through my body, freezing my muscles and rooting my bones while I stand there, pale amber eyes wide and foolish and staring. They all seem to be focused on something else, the majority of their backs to me, and I try to tell myself that no one has noticed my approach (no one has noticed, even if I somehow feel their eyes and judgments like needle pricks on my skin).
I’m not sure how long I simply stand there, not saying anything (only that it’s far longer than what’s normal), until finally, I muster up enough scraps of courage willpower to wander forward. I am careful to keep to the back of those gathered, my head lowered and my little body folding in on itself, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Anxiously I keep to the shadows, tilting my head so that I can peer through the assembly of legs. What everyone seems to be captured by is a creature sprawled over a rock. A monkey?
Why a monkey?
“Speech.”
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No prior refusals.
Seeking: [Magic: LightxShock (A) | The ability to block the synapses of the brain from the body, leaving the troubling sensation of disembodiment.]
Run away—
run away if you can’t speak
Turn a page on a world that you don’t need