don't be afraid to leap

Ki'irha I have loved the stars too fondly || To be fearful of the night ____________________________________________________________________ It had been unbearable, a heaving symphony climbing to reach its crescendo, before it had culminated into a single drop in an endless bucket. It had ended in silence. Everything was silent. The star swept mare trembles, stripped of one of her most utilized senses, and in this new and violent world, she feels trapped and horrified. Ears twist constantly, desperate to catch the smallest whisper, but there is nothing. Silver eyes roll as she tries to watch her back, watch her sides, watch all of the blind spots she now has thanks to her sudden deafness. Something brushes her haunch, and whether it was a fern or death she didn’t know, didn’t care, because she was careening into the darkness, crashing through the underbrush. She misses the gentle voice calling out into the darkness, turning from a murmer to a desperate yell, and she nearly tramples past the small form begging her companion to move. The starlit skids to a halt, shaking the debris from her coat, still hidden just a bit away within the trees. She certainly didn’t sneak nearby, no, because the amount of noise she had made was probably akin to a rhinoceros thrashing around in a china shop. Ears continue to lean, spin, pivot, but it doesn’t take sound to know that the girl is trying to wake something that may never wake again. Slowly she emerges, walking carefully on long legs, and blows a gentle nicker to announce her presence. Despite being uninvited, she makes her way to the side of the fox, and drops her own muzzle down to investigate. It is alive. She pulls her head away, smiling at the girl, and takes a step back. “HE’S ALIVE, IT’S OKAY.” Somehow, yelling was what came naturally. She could feel the force with which her words emerged, and cleared her throat, shifting uneasily. ’Well,’ she thought to herself, ’this is embarrassing’. Softer then, barely above a whisper, she continues. “Sorry, I’ve lost my hearing, I don’t mean to yell. A lot has happened today. I’m sure it’s taken a toll on him, just as it has you.” She pulls her lantern from its holder and lowers it to the ground between them, allowing its stardust to cast pallid light across their scene. “My name is Ki’irha, I am from Helovia.” It’s not as though she would be able to hear any response, but perhaps she was better at reading lips than she thought. She would hopefully provide some sense of safety in this world, maybe provide enough comfort for the girl and her bonded to get through this initial shock. ______________ Speech OOC// Tagged//

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