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04-20-2013, 06:05 PM
The sweep of Valka’s mismatched eyes ceased when silence answered her queries. Slowly she returned her gaze to the child. One ear canted forward, while the other tipped slowly back. Mute? Stupid? Maybe such beauty didn’t come in equal measure with other necessary attributes. Valka’s eyes narrowed slightly. Pity, she thought, studying the ghostly ripples of the child’s mane and tail. She ought simply leave, she supposed. There was little here to entertain.
As Valka lifted her head, she first became aware of the nagging sensation in the back of her mind – something that began gently, lightly, like fingers of grass lapping her heels. It had gone on unnoticed, but as the child’s concentration deepened, so too did the feeling. Valka hesitated, crown lifted to its full height and lithe muscles bunched beneath the snow and darkness of her coat. Unbidden, an image entered Valka’s mind: a dark mare, fringed in crimson, standing idle amidst the snow. Somewhere near? She gazed across the pale landscape again, ears twitching. Momma followed after the image, like a label.
Valka glanced down at the child again, wonder replacing boredom, fear replacing curiosity. Some instinct in the mare screamed to attack but she dared not lunge on a child here, with the girl’s mother so nearby. Instead Valka stepped back, breath rattling hard in her lungs. More words formed without warning in Valka’s head: a question, who are you? as if the girl had spoken, and yet not a touch of sound reached Valka’s ears. She shook her head, ears pinned, and sidestepped as she stared down at the girl.
”What are you? How are you doing this?” came the response – sharp. It was magic, Valka knew – it must be magic! She wanted it. She wanted to run from it. Her heart vibrated with conflicting need.
As Valka lifted her head, she first became aware of the nagging sensation in the back of her mind – something that began gently, lightly, like fingers of grass lapping her heels. It had gone on unnoticed, but as the child’s concentration deepened, so too did the feeling. Valka hesitated, crown lifted to its full height and lithe muscles bunched beneath the snow and darkness of her coat. Unbidden, an image entered Valka’s mind: a dark mare, fringed in crimson, standing idle amidst the snow. Somewhere near? She gazed across the pale landscape again, ears twitching. Momma followed after the image, like a label.
Valka glanced down at the child again, wonder replacing boredom, fear replacing curiosity. Some instinct in the mare screamed to attack but she dared not lunge on a child here, with the girl’s mother so nearby. Instead Valka stepped back, breath rattling hard in her lungs. More words formed without warning in Valka’s head: a question, who are you? as if the girl had spoken, and yet not a touch of sound reached Valka’s ears. She shook her head, ears pinned, and sidestepped as she stared down at the girl.
”What are you? How are you doing this?” came the response – sharp. It was magic, Valka knew – it must be magic! She wanted it. She wanted to run from it. Her heart vibrated with conflicting need.
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