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the cage door slammed but the sound was lost in the chaos.
the world had pulled apart at the seams and aranea had returned in time to be caught up in it all. ironic, wasn't it? for all the years that she had been gone and yet it was mere days before the upheaval that she had found her way back. mere hours before the earth-shattering shift that she had found her VOICE again.
the cage door slammed, her voice was gone, but now she had wings.
aranea had never imagined herself a pegasus, nor was she foolish enough to think that it was permanent. another fleeting change, no doubt. she wondered how long this new world order would last before it all trickled back in to a familiar path. the river had been rerouted for now, but the channels were gouged deep in the stone and the water had a memory.
she had stood at the bottom of the mountain and she had flown around it, too. it was massive and strange and reeking of magic - aranea sensed that those who stood upon it might find some sense of their former selves. was that where all the magic had gone?
there, and to the obscured parts of the world, surely.
when she landed she found herself in the forest. here her own silence was not so loud - the life of the forest had a voice all of its own. here she did not feel so trapped, and here she finally allowed herself to rest. it had been a long day.
with one hoof balanced precariously on it's tip and with her lower lip dangling almost comically the ashen mare dozed. her solitude would surely be fleeting.
(immortal, mute, infrared vision) the dream, an enigma... silent |
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