Rainforest Cliffs
08-02-2017, 06:26 AM
It would never have crossed the infant’s innocent, blinkered mind to quell those gnawing hunger pains in her tummy, just by sampling a side of the local flora. Food, she knew, was honey-sweet nectar, milky white and warm, and for her and Indra, it had always been available; that was until the storm and the whirlpool of darkness… and that sudden, unbearable aloneness.
She strode with a quickening step through the shady underworld of otherwise towering trees, always cautious about the placement of each hoof. The forest around her was pretty, despite the very overwhelming grandeur, and the young girl had taken a quick liking in particular, to the numerous trees with weeping, wafting skirts; silver lines scribbled around their trunks, while stunning blooms of rich, dark purple accented the strange weeping nature of the leaves.
Pausing beneath one such tree, tiny nostrils ascended to inspect what curious flavour might decorate them. Though there was a slight tinge, it was not nearly as awe-inspiring as their hue.
As that slender, pale blue face swivelled down upon its crest, there came (as if from nowhere), a scream severe enough to rival those agonised cries before the darkness - stunned and afraid, the filly began to tremble. “Indy?” she whispered in a small, stricken voice, assuming her twin had been in pursuit through the journey. Eyes turned too, penetrating the emptiness behind her with horror pooling through their midst.
Oh no… "INDRA?" she called aloud, staggering back the way she had come; searching frantically for the path which had brought her. Wobbling wearily upon those stick thin legs, Eira fumbled back through the sodden bush, with tears boiling to the surface. A movement to the left caught the desperate dart of her gaze, and without hesitation, she lunged in that direction - "Ind…" But it was not her womb-brother, that materialised amidst the tree trunks before her.
'Who are you?" she stammered meekly, sliding through the sodden loam and stopping right before the tall stranger. With little discretion, the foal examined the winged mare, noting the likeness of their feathers, and assuming it to be a positive sign. |
