09-05-2016, 11:35 PM
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aranea had barely been a member. a newcomer not even known among their ranks, present for mere days before the world had crumbled around them. at the same time she was more a member than many now and in the past - the valley had wrapped it's strings around her more than once. it was a part of her, it would always be a part of her, and now she came when he called.
some strange magic had given the mare a set of wings - she, despite the grief in the air, was having some fun with them. there was no doubt in her mind that the gift would be temporary, so why not enjoy them while she could?
when gun's call broke through the hum of the meadow she was, in fact, soaring above it. flying had been surprisingly easy to learn, though perhaps that was simply part of the magic. in any case she tucked her wings and dove, feeling the wind against her face, before pulling up and landing light as a feather at his side.
with a cool demeanor she bobbed her head to greet him and smothered her more joyous feelings, sensing that this would be a meeting for a more serious face.
(immortal, mute, infrared vision) the dream, an enigma... silent |