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She followed behind him, only a couple paces back, and that had been alright. She'd been alright when the kids had kissed her goodbye, ready for a day of parental-free adventures. It had been hard to leave them, but truth be told she was deep-down excited for the change of pace. A mission, when her days had been settling into a rhythm more like domestic serenity.
She and Yan had talked this very day to death, discussed every conceivable outcome, the possible failings, the snags and troubles they might come across. Yet they were still taken by surprise when the sun went out.
Ama blinked, wondering what the odds were of spontaneous blindness striking her. Very low. Frozen in her tracks, the little mare shivered in place, hoping her wings didn't shatter in the cold before they sorted this out. "Yan, I can't-" she chattered, before his own exclamation cut her off. There was panic in his voice, and that frightened her more than the darkness.
"It'll be o-o-okay," she tried to put as much reassurance into her words as she could. Just an eclipse. Not common, but not unheard of. The light would return soon. Very soon. She wouldn't even entertain the idea that it wouldn't, because that was absurd. Her companion seemed to have less confidence in the sun.
When he moved, she saw the faintest tracks his golden glow left on her eyes. Saw him stumble. Screamed his name. And when the dim light he emitted didn't fall away into the nothingness, she sobbed with relief, tears freezing to her cheeks. They had come so far. It would be devastating to lose him now, when she stood frozen and helpless on the mountain, and their children remained unknowing below.
The children. Oh gods and fairies, was it dark all over? Her heart beat out a count, every pulse that it remained dark a reminder that sun still hid his face. "I am. A-are you?" She asked weakly, feeling the breath she couldn't see crystalize as it left her. She screwed up her courage, forced her feet to slide the small distance between them until her face brushed against something soft and not nearly as warm as it should be.
She could only breath for a moment. Touch him, and shiver, and breath. The ground was flat-ish beneath her feet, no longer angled so punishingly upward. When she could inhale again without the air catching in her chest, she tried to bend her knees, one at a time. They bent, if reluctantly. "Now what?" She asked, even though she knew he had no more experience with this than she did. If the sky was dark, would the Fairies still be able to find them? How long did they wait, before going home or freezing into unseen monuments on the mountainside.
<p class="tornado_name"> ...Amarine</p>
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She followed behind him, only a couple paces back, and that had been alright. She'd been alright when the kids had kissed her goodbye, ready for a day of parental-free adventures. It had been hard to leave them, but truth be told she was deep-down excited for the change of pace. A mission, when her days had been settling into a rhythm more like domestic serenity.
She and Yan had talked this very day to death, discussed every conceivable outcome, the possible failings, the snags and troubles they might come across. Yet they were still taken by surprise when the sun went out.
Ama blinked, wondering what the odds were of spontaneous blindness striking her. Very low. Frozen in her tracks, the little mare shivered in place, hoping her wings didn't shatter in the cold before they sorted this out. "Yan, I can't-" she chattered, before his own exclamation cut her off. There was panic in his voice, and that frightened her more than the darkness.
"It'll be o-o-okay," she tried to put as much reassurance into her words as she could. Just an eclipse. Not common, but not unheard of. The light would return soon. Very soon. She wouldn't even entertain the idea that it wouldn't, because that was absurd. Her companion seemed to have less confidence in the sun.
When he moved, she saw the faintest tracks his golden glow left on her eyes. Saw him stumble. Screamed his name. And when the dim light he emitted didn't fall away into the nothingness, she sobbed with relief, tears freezing to her cheeks. They had come so far. It would be devastating to lose him now, when she stood frozen and helpless on the mountain, and their children remained unknowing below.
The children. Oh gods and fairies, was it dark all over? Her heart beat out a count, every pulse that it remained dark a reminder that sun still hid his face. "I am. A-are you?" She asked weakly, feeling the breath she couldn't see crystalize as it left her. She screwed up her courage, forced her feet to slide the small distance between them until her face brushed against something soft and not nearly as warm as it should be.
She could only breath for a moment. Touch him, and shiver, and breath. The ground was flat-ish beneath her feet, no longer angled so punishingly upward. When she could inhale again without the air catching in her chest, she tried to bend her knees, one at a time. They bent, if reluctantly. "Now what?" She asked, even though she knew he had no more experience with this than she did. If the sky was dark, would the Fairies still be able to find them? How long did they wait, before going home or freezing into unseen monuments on the mountainside.
<p class="tornado_name"> ...Amarine</p>
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