Riptide Isles
Night one.
Goo. Icky, goopy, messy goo sits like a shield over her withers. It adheres obstinately to her wings, sinking between her feathers, lurking among her hair. No amount of bathing or grooming will dislodge it; she has tried water and her tongue, rubbing on trees and rolling in dirt. Even Devi has not escaped unscathed; the viscous stuff has wormed its way between her talons, and the poor chick spends hour after hour trying to remove it, all to no avail. Savera and her griffin are saturated, entrapped, prisoner of the dreaded goop.
The sun has long set, and Savera has been awake since dawn. She stands on the precipice of a jagged slab of slate, cold eyes tracing the edge of the horizon, the eddies and swells that beat far below. Her coat is dark as the midnight sky, inky black with highlights of gold;
she is a morning star introduced to midnight, a picturesque statue against the quiet nice, elegant and glorious-
Savera yawns loudly, and the illusion breaks. She is still a gangly child with a downy giffin, both of whom remain thoroughly covered in goo.
The only way to save themselves? Go without sleep for three days.
It is an interesting experiment, a study in fortitude and stamina. Sleep is something the girl has always believed to be necessary, like breathing or eating, like her family, her mother. And yet, hasn't she gotten along fine without her mother, these past days? Certainly she misses the mare; Tandavi is her dam after all, the thing that gave her life. But in terms of surviving the girl has done fine. She and her sisters are wayward stars, blown through the Rift on a playful breeze. If she can live without her mother, perhaps she can live without sleep...
And if she can live without sleep, what else can she live without?
Anything's on the table.
Well, not quite.
The girl glances back, her whole body coiling and turning (the goop has rendered her neck rather stiff). There are her sisters, her two stars, the wide older Vesper and her beloved twin. Savera is willing to live with anything, except, she thinks, for them.
"Talk?"
savera & devi
Goo. Icky, goopy, messy goo sits like a shield over her withers. It adheres obstinately to her wings, sinking between her feathers, lurking among her hair. No amount of bathing or grooming will dislodge it; she has tried water and her tongue, rubbing on trees and rolling in dirt. Even Devi has not escaped unscathed; the viscous stuff has wormed its way between her talons, and the poor chick spends hour after hour trying to remove it, all to no avail. Savera and her griffin are saturated, entrapped, prisoner of the dreaded goop.
The sun has long set, and Savera has been awake since dawn. She stands on the precipice of a jagged slab of slate, cold eyes tracing the edge of the horizon, the eddies and swells that beat far below. Her coat is dark as the midnight sky, inky black with highlights of gold;
she is a morning star introduced to midnight, a picturesque statue against the quiet nice, elegant and glorious-
Savera yawns loudly, and the illusion breaks. She is still a gangly child with a downy giffin, both of whom remain thoroughly covered in goo.
The only way to save themselves? Go without sleep for three days.
It is an interesting experiment, a study in fortitude and stamina. Sleep is something the girl has always believed to be necessary, like breathing or eating, like her family, her mother. And yet, hasn't she gotten along fine without her mother, these past days? Certainly she misses the mare; Tandavi is her dam after all, the thing that gave her life. But in terms of surviving the girl has done fine. She and her sisters are wayward stars, blown through the Rift on a playful breeze. If she can live without her mother, perhaps she can live without sleep...
And if she can live without sleep, what else can she live without?
Anything's on the table.
Well, not quite.
The girl glances back, her whole body coiling and turning (the goop has rendered her neck rather stiff). There are her sisters, her two stars, the wide older Vesper and her beloved twin. Savera is willing to live with anything, except, she thinks, for them.
"Talk?"
savera & devi
we might be hollow, but we're brave
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