The Pinnacle
07-14-2018, 08:37 PM
One day, born upon the bitter winds of mid-freeze, a strange, summoning call touched her ears as she strolled through the valley of her home. Downy ears pricked at once, and the soft drumming beat of her heart quickened slightly; there was an inaudible thrum in the air which called to her very spirit, beyond the awareness of any perceptive, trained senses. The scrawny orphan could not help but answer as fascination stirred through her core. The blood in her veins, enchanted and roused by the Protector’s own, surged with wild excitement. Burning, itching legs were enticed, driven forward and Eira started the short journey towards the North. She was surprised to discover the mildness of the weather when she arrived—unusually swift upon her toes, as though the hinder of her deformed knees held no bearing at all. Warmth embraced the waif’s underfed frame immediately, stealing away the painful chill from her bared bones and filling the empty gut beneath with a cosy kind of fullness. It was such a wonderful feeling that she moved further, to find the Protector by his post at the Pinnacle’s famous crevice. Though she might ordinarily have hesitated, Eira approached the ferocious-looking rift creature with a steadying smile. Many others stood near also, attracted by the hollowed sound of his voice, and the young filly took confidence in their company, faith in their protection. “This is nice,” her thoughts offered quickly, igniting a blushing smile through her expression. Overwhelmed then by her own shyness in the face of a stranger, the little blue horse swivelled upon her hocks and located the familiar flank of Roscorro to recover against. “What’s happening?” her mind whispered in the meantime, imploring blue eyes steadying towards his enormous, horned head. |
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