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[Carwyn]

Carwyn

she goes unnoticed, she knows no limits

She is alone – a rare thing, honestly, but for the moment she has left her family to their own devices, and she grazes quietly by herself. Until she isn’t. You, the voice called and she lifts her head, startled, and blinks in momentary confusion. She doesn’t know the voice, or the face, and so for a minute she looks around, thinking perhaps the mare is talking to someone else, but they are alone, several paces away from anyone else who the strange could be addressing. No, clearly she is talking to Carwyn.


“Ah…” she starts, taking a moment to get her bearings, trying to figure out what prompted the girl to pick Carwyn, of all people. The other girl is…bright. Carwyn is a subtle, natural blue, the result of her roaning; the strange is deep, true blue and her mane and tail are…orange. “Yes. I have.” she finally says, twitching involuntarily near her withers where her wings usually emerge. “Wings, actually, and a magic.” Her grandfather’s bone-bending does not sit as easily under her skin, but she had just been beginning to master it with him before it was taken.


Flight, though – she misses flight. Flight is the thing that had come naturally, soaring wildly above the earth where even her mother and half-sister couldn’t catch her. It had been private, and quiet, and alone. “I’m Carwyn,” she adds, giving a tentative smile. “What’s your name?” She doesn’t understand that the strange might be able to give her back her wings, her magics, or she might not be nearly as calm.

she prays to be sculpted by the sculptor

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