08-28-2016, 08:57 PM
Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
The journey from Jungle to Meadow had been a harrowing one - considering the chaotic difference of temperature between the south and the north, she could only assume that her lithe legs had passed across many a legion of earth to bring her here. Gratifying, she thought to herself. I am strong.
The snowflakes tumbled across her delicate frame, and Kagerus meandered from secluded spot to secluded spot along the outskirts of the meadow. This was her third day here, now, and a fruitful conversation had yet to be yielded. The mare minded little, however; the length of the journey meant that a long stay in the nomad's land was required. Furthermore, she had left her father, Kavi, with the clear instructions only to come looking for her after a week's absence.
She chuckled at the memory, and her heart panged for want of her gentle, aging father. He could still be smelt on her bay-overo fur, alongside the desperate reek of the Amazons. The pair had lived in the Jungle for nearly two years, now, and the thick rain forest was certainly home - but as a young teenager, full of spirit and a symphonic chaos, Kagerus demanded freedom.
Kicking up her spry heels, the irrevocably good-looking two-year-old darted through an opening in the small glade. It wasn't that she was hiding, necessarily - but when the company that she sought did find her, the nutmeg-eyed girl would be grateful for privacy.
And so, nose to snow-stamped earth, she waited.
The snowflakes tumbled across her delicate frame, and Kagerus meandered from secluded spot to secluded spot along the outskirts of the meadow. This was her third day here, now, and a fruitful conversation had yet to be yielded. The mare minded little, however; the length of the journey meant that a long stay in the nomad's land was required. Furthermore, she had left her father, Kavi, with the clear instructions only to come looking for her after a week's absence.
She chuckled at the memory, and her heart panged for want of her gentle, aging father. He could still be smelt on her bay-overo fur, alongside the desperate reek of the Amazons. The pair had lived in the Jungle for nearly two years, now, and the thick rain forest was certainly home - but as a young teenager, full of spirit and a symphonic chaos, Kagerus demanded freedom.
Kicking up her spry heels, the irrevocably good-looking two-year-old darted through an opening in the small glade. It wasn't that she was hiding, necessarily - but when the company that she sought did find her, the nutmeg-eyed girl would be grateful for privacy.
And so, nose to snow-stamped earth, she waited.
Kagerus
sweet nothing

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