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“Mhmm... Companions... ” Africa repeated intensely after Sohalia had best attempted her explanation; perhaps somehow assuring herself that the word suited the notion. From even her earliest days, she had been educated to dismiss all but her own kin as worthless and lacking any need for consideration. Of course she rebelled against her father’s racist rulings with as much vigour as any adolescent would, but no other ideas had been made available to overwrite his manipulation. Never the less, Africa never gave the white mare’s reliability a second thought, again trustingly accepting all which had been so generously divulged.
Pondering for a brief moment, she found she wasn't at all sure of meaning surrounding the term 'mythical', though for fear of sounding overly ignorant, she passed over its implication for the time being. Instead she dithered around the idea of bonds; of one heart beating perhaps for two (that one should die if their bonded’s breath should cease); of the sharing of one’s most intimate thoughts without even a blink; that perhaps pain could also be shared, from the wound of one, through the other...
It sounded increasingly absurd the deeper she delved, but Africa believed Sohalia because she had seen Aryel with a miniature naked-winged dog, a stallion with a kitten of sorts, Midas with the flaming bird and Cirrus with a strangely frightening wolf creature. A new respect for such animals was formed then within the privacy of her mind, though she smiled outwardly at the deliberation.
Africa knew that Sohalia had mentioned herself as not being the best source to explain ‘companions’, but another question rumbled with desperate yearning in her throat, and could not resist the temptation to ask. “How do they come to be bonded?” The question was innocence perhaps intertwined with a graceless greed, but Africa enjoyed learning about these alien concepts regardless- she was growing as a part of Helovian culture after all. The young dapple grey halted then, and turned to find Sohalia. Perhaps the intent behind her questioning portrayed the level of her plaguing interest.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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