01-24-2020, 03:02 PM
The river’s winding silver trail is Eyas guide. It points travelers north and sends them on their way through the heart of Hyaline. She’s been struggling painfully, step by step, to make it out of her overgrown resting place deep in the heart of the Forest and out to the River. Eyas felt like a fish struggling upstream the entire time. She had to stop so often in order to catch her breath that in the beginning she doubted if she’d see the water’s reflection at all, much less make it there before nightfall, but when the first bright star of the evening unveiled itself against a painter’s sky the emaciated pegasus mare could already smell the rushing stream.
The thought of a long drink after months of brittle dehydration was all the encouragement she needed. Eyas dug her cracked heels into the springy soil and pushed herself on, past the branches tugging on her wings and down a little deer path that led her to a high bank overlooking the River. She paused there, trembling on weak legs that struggled to support her thin frame, and looked out across the water illuminated by a dying sun. Flowing and bending over large stones, smooth and undisturbed farther out toward the deep middle, the entire scene was picturesque.
For a moment she forgot about her dying hunger and her impossible thirst. There was only the River to appreciate and it caught her breath. It’s been set ablaze, she thought poetically. The entire surface of the water was dancing with reflected light, streaming like a torch. It seemed alive, and Eyas took the time to appreciate it’s solitary beauty before looking away and down to her left and right, hoping to find a sandbar unencumbered by twisted roots. To her side there seemed to be a small place, so she gingerly picked her way down the steep bank on her toes.
When she glanced up again, there was another horse not far off as beautiful as Eyas was ugly. A mare, lonesome and somewhat pensive looking, out here all alone. Eyas was intrigued. She called out “Hello there,” and dragged her wings through the wet soil as she slowly approached. Her eyes glinted harshly - the most noticeable thing about her and the one indicator that she wasn’t seconds away from death - but a smile cracked her weather-torn lips and then she paused, hovering close to the lapping shoreline. “Mind if I join you?”
@[Eurwen]
The thought of a long drink after months of brittle dehydration was all the encouragement she needed. Eyas dug her cracked heels into the springy soil and pushed herself on, past the branches tugging on her wings and down a little deer path that led her to a high bank overlooking the River. She paused there, trembling on weak legs that struggled to support her thin frame, and looked out across the water illuminated by a dying sun. Flowing and bending over large stones, smooth and undisturbed farther out toward the deep middle, the entire scene was picturesque.
For a moment she forgot about her dying hunger and her impossible thirst. There was only the River to appreciate and it caught her breath. It’s been set ablaze, she thought poetically. The entire surface of the water was dancing with reflected light, streaming like a torch. It seemed alive, and Eyas took the time to appreciate it’s solitary beauty before looking away and down to her left and right, hoping to find a sandbar unencumbered by twisted roots. To her side there seemed to be a small place, so she gingerly picked her way down the steep bank on her toes.
When she glanced up again, there was another horse not far off as beautiful as Eyas was ugly. A mare, lonesome and somewhat pensive looking, out here all alone. Eyas was intrigued. She called out “Hello there,” and dragged her wings through the wet soil as she slowly approached. Her eyes glinted harshly - the most noticeable thing about her and the one indicator that she wasn’t seconds away from death - but a smile cracked her weather-torn lips and then she paused, hovering close to the lapping shoreline. “Mind if I join you?”
@[Eurwen]
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