Uwaritace
05-13-2018, 12:27 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
In a sense, she’d been very selfish: travelling yonder, without him, revelling in the liberation of flight and swift passage (though thought of his curse weighed down her guilty mind). Even before the reappearance of him in her life Zahra had covered a good measure of the Rift’s unorthodox land, learning, experiencing, and now as he rested, shackled down in the west, her quest for knowledge and enlightenment continued - through the nights. But within these solitary moments and amid the vain comforts of indulgence, ideas and concepts were borne to her restless soul. She began to form a plan for the future, for them both, focus that her life had lacked, for as long as she could remember.
Zahra stumbled over a fallen log in the darkness, one that she might have seen it ordinarily, a blur of deeper shadow across the path, but her mind was elsewhere on this night and she fell heavily into the stew of water-logged loam on the other side. You are excited… Ilham whispered, into the noisy chorus of thoughts behind her eyes, for the tiny arachnid could feel the anticipation resounding through her bonded’s quickened pulse. The winged one smiled softly, unable to deny the truth in the moment, and collected muddied knees beneath her chest. Aye, she murmured back and extended her neck to retrieve the gift pouch which had tumbled free of her possession.
There had been a few final touches, Zahra had been slow to complete; her own personal standard of work was perhaps far beyond a generally acceptable level, but she was confident now that each bag looked trim and proper - certainly the quality of her workmanship was second to none. It was time to deliver the labour of love to her friend, to Eleos; that and her news, the idea that would perhaps give his forlorn existence in this wretched world, the Rift, some much needed direction. Gathering herself across muddied knees, the mare soon rose and continued towards Utwaritace.
Zahra stumbled over a fallen log in the darkness, one that she might have seen it ordinarily, a blur of deeper shadow across the path, but her mind was elsewhere on this night and she fell heavily into the stew of water-logged loam on the other side. You are excited… Ilham whispered, into the noisy chorus of thoughts behind her eyes, for the tiny arachnid could feel the anticipation resounding through her bonded’s quickened pulse. The winged one smiled softly, unable to deny the truth in the moment, and collected muddied knees beneath her chest. Aye, she murmured back and extended her neck to retrieve the gift pouch which had tumbled free of her possession.
There had been a few final touches, Zahra had been slow to complete; her own personal standard of work was perhaps far beyond a generally acceptable level, but she was confident now that each bag looked trim and proper - certainly the quality of her workmanship was second to none. It was time to deliver the labour of love to her friend, to Eleos; that and her news, the idea that would perhaps give his forlorn existence in this wretched world, the Rift, some much needed direction. Gathering herself across muddied knees, the mare soon rose and continued towards Utwaritace.
@Eleos
