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VARUNA
Sea water kisses you with foamy lips, kicked up into a spray by your enthusiastic heels. You haven't played or felt much joy at all since you've been in this new land, and even though the water is cold you barely seem to notice. Now that you aren't hungry, you feel stronger and more energetic. You feel brave. Still, you're not entirely fond of strangers. Rivulets of water drip off your chin as you crane your neck to regard the stranger who has disturbed your play. You snort. You dislike being snuck up on. How long was he there? Your small tuft of a tail swats at your haunches. Salt water makes your mane heavy and it sticks to your face. It makes it hard to see the stranger so you fling it away with a thrash of your head. You do nothing to temper the judgement in your mismatched eyes as you look him over, tilting your head a bit. His flanks are bare, you notice - like father's. You haven't met many winged ones. You suppose that must make you special. Those lovely appendages flutter on your back, flinging beads of water from the sleek black plumes. They tuck back in and you are thankful for their weight. Is the water not cold in the rain? You look down at the waves lapping at your hooves. You aren't sure how to answer the question and your ears flick backward. You can feel your heartbeat fluttering. You look around uncertainly and feel the urge to hide away inside yourself. If only you were a turtle and not a flightless little bird playing in the rain. Your wings are useless for now and your little limbs won't carry you far. Just then, another appears... out of the cave you've called home for the past few weeks. Your ears stay pinned and your lips twist into a pout. My cave! you think and do nothing about it. He's much bigger. The two strangers start talking, exchanging names and other boring things and you roll your eyes. Absently you kick a shell that appears in the sand, uncovered by the surf. For a few moments you try to be unseen as the adults speak, until the pale one addresses you. He's talking about you, and not even to you! Your brow furrows in indignation. "No!" you assert before the first wingless stranger can answer, stretching your neck out for emphasis and flaring your already-overly-large wings. You trot out of the sea but keep your distance. "He's not even my friend!" You make sure the distinction is made, your voice fraught with childish condescension. and calm your heart, the dark is still the dark |
sorry for the wait
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