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he didn't seem to note her hesitation - or if he did he paid it no mind. it would be easier, she had to admit, keeping company if she had words to give him. would the magician be able to help? could he give tephra a blanket that would allow aranea to share what she had to say?
the shadowy mare could not answer the questions, though found that they incited some anxiety. it fluttered within and beat it's wings against her chest - for the most part she ignored it. there was nothing more to do; she could not speak and she was not the type to flee. so, instead, she followed her winged protector in the same silence as ever and wondered if their bond would change when she could speak again.
the words they had exchanged in the past had been many - the words of the present had been few. aranea was eager for the conversations that they would be able to have and yet feared, too, that words would lessen the bond that had sprouted so unexpectedly between them.
her concerns kept her mind busy as they sought the magician, though from time to time her shoulder or nose would seek to brush against her companion as if to reassure herself that he was still there. this neediness would fade undoubtedly - surely they would both be glad for it.
sahm. she repeated the name in her head and perhaps sought to project it, as if to encourage the magician to appear. funny, that it was yet another that she had met in beqanna. for such a large world it seemed surprisingly small. aranea remembered well the two stallions she had met and realized it must have been before he regained his trait - or had he never lost it? was he an exception to the rule?
she found herself eager to find him, now. the sooner she could escape (or express?) her doubts the better, now that the path was set.
(immortal, mute, infrared vision) the dream, an enigma... silent |
@[Eight] @[Sahm]