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The crying and whimpers draw the dark stag’s attention away from the bird. The fire bird only looks back blankly, but the moon eyes watch in efforts to understand. Then they wince. Not for the first time, and not for the last, the dark stag wishes he could speak. It would make his life ever so much easier to tell her. To say it was alright, that this was normal….well…as normal as a painful transformation can be. He even forgets for a moment, a short gruff coming out. Large ears fall back and he looks to the fire bird.
Another burst upon the scene, and the stag, his chest suddenly expanding and ear flat and his head, lightly leaps over the log to stand in front of the fire bird. He may have been late, but the stag was ever true.
The phoenix looks around the dark body, its feathers ruffling to hear the booming voice. It trills as the creature comes to stand by the red filly, its feet shifting. White eyes turning narrow. The colt was loud and brashly smooth. Another force stirs in the bird, unsettled by the colt’s criticism of the filly. Haldir was not as upset and he steps back to turn and look to the fire bird.
The phoenix raises its wings, hovering them open as if to lift from the log. Perhaps he’d fly off and leave this odd little gathering. But he stops. Then, as if the very air were sucked from his, he exhales deeply, and merely leaps off the log. The flames, licking about each feather seem to grow dull. Gold head drops, as if heavy…The magic was still so young, and the body so small, how could it sustain such magics for long.
The sharp white eyes look up one last time, then close away. Haldir backs from the bird, but without worry as flames on the body grow, expanding, licking about brighter before they seem to settle…forming again the small pale colt, curled in a ball, head resting.
Galahad stirs with a soft moan. His whole body ached, every muscle and nerve bleeding with effort. “Castiella…” It whispers. The dark stag steps forward again, his white snipped muzzle nudging the colt. It calls him awake from whatever dream he still felt. Sea blue eyes open, white center line still and calm. He looks around himself, but does not rise, nor move from Haldir’s feet. Instead he settles his gaze upon the red filly, ignoring the other he was his friend...., his face twisting slightly. “Its alright….” Was he telling her…or himself?
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Posting Poetics
@CASTIELLA
