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never seen such good things go so wrong
Trial Ultima 
Lothíriel
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you're invisible and as wild as the sea,
And you hurt what you hold most dear.
Cloven hooves sink easily into the wet sand, leaving two-leaved imprints in a neat line where they had stepped. Moments later, little white flowers spring in these cleft furrows, poking their fair faces through the sand in search of a sun that seemed to never come. Lothíriel eyes the skies uneasily, a queer feeling gripping her throat, a feeling like seeing the faces of strangers where friends used to be. Clouds obscured the skies, although their colors were all wrong—bright shade of greens and yellows where there should have been cool greys and blues. At least the sea was always constant; Huyana had taught her children to love the open water and so they did, though sadness filled their hearts when they saw the sea. She remembers spending half her childhood on some shore or another—her mother had loathed the frigidity of the Aurora Basin and sought the sea as much as she could, although she never would have told Deimos that—playing with gulls and digging up crabs.

The anthousai tries to sigh, compelled by a sensation of longing for better days, but her breath leaves labored lungs and strangles her instead. It had been several days that this queer feeling of drowning had begun. She remembers the command that had been whispered to her just as the curse had been cast as if it had been yesterday—in order to stop herself from drowning from the inside, she had to kidnap someone else's companion, but how would she go about doing so? Irritated, she kicks a shell with a forehoof, causing it to bounce and roll over the damp beach. Her own companion caws in the distance, making lazy circles over the sea. Although the strength of their bond has healed for the most part, she can still sense an interference in their connection. See anything? the raven asks, pale wings carrying him directly over the lilac girl. Lothíriel pauses, looking over the open water, wheezing slightly. Nope.

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@Savera
sorry for the wait! I had a bunch of stuff come up :|


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never seen such good things go so wrong - by Lothíriel - 07-25-2017, 12:25 AM