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SAVERA & DEVI
It is another day, another sky, another shift in the unnatural light, and still the filly has not slept. Her first night was marked by gnashing teeth and pungent breath; how strange, then, that today she should return to the sea, her steel frame a faint silhouette against the walls that keep out the creatures of the deep. She eyes them curiously as she journeys on, sterling gaze peering into murky depths. It fascinates her, entrances, the way the shadows dance and sway, the unfamiliarity kept at comfortable distance, a perfect scene for study. Neaera would like this, the morning star thinks, and immediately a pang of loneliness fills her, a desire for the sister who is not here, immediate, the shadow at her side. Every moment of her sister's absence is a moment Savera finds too long. Her hooves leave damp hearts on the bottom of the tunnel, a trail to follow back to civilization, a pathway to pursue back to her sister's side. She turns to follow it, yawning widely, tears stinging the corner of her eyes as her eyelids flutter against her cheeks. She's so, so tired - but she cannot sleep. Her companion, however, can. Devi is absent, too, the griffin basking in the warm sand of the cove, utterly disinterested in staying awake for three days and dealing with icky goo. She is waking up leisurely from a blissful nap, stretching and yawning, her downy wings spreading as she arcs her back. She declined the journey back into the cavern, preferring this nap; she is a lazy creature, the owlet, her desires fueled more by hunger and superiority than curiosity and awe. Fish behind walls mean little to the chickling: she prefers her meals fresh and tangible, recently wriggling and now quite deceased. She licks and preens her delicate paws, waiting for Savera to return, to bring her a meal fit for a queen. But the morning star is taking her time, and the little griffin is hungry now. She peers into the distance looking for any indication of Savera's return, her flawed eyesight reducing the world to little more than the shadows Savera watches through the walls of the sea. But there is movements, and Devi squints. In the distance- a figure, definitely equine, lithe and delicate. Neaera? the griffin thinks, and calls out, hooting, flapping, trying to gain the attention of a stranger she assumes will assist her, because like Savera, Devi is a child, still innocent, still entitled, still unable to accept that the world may not exist to serve her each and every whim. "Talk." and i am only as young as the minute is full of it Never not chasing a million things I want  |
@Lothíriel - Vera's back in the tunnel, Devi's being needy on the beach. Vera's coat is bluish grey because idk how light works here xD
Sorry for the wait, been a busy week D:
@Neaera if you have time <3
