Rainforest Cliffs
08-15-2017, 03:37 AM
What if he too had perished at the hand of the many-faced god? There was a multitude of feelings brewing within, -anger, disappointment, regret - all of which sprawled through her expressive face, unbridled. It had been so long since she’d last laid her eyes upon his slender, one-winged frame and held his gallant gaze with her own (more feeble), filled with admiration and wonder; and so much had been left unspoken.
Within her chest, Zahra’s heart pounded with escalating worry, concern, and beneath the shroud of glossy, glassy feathers, sharp, shallow breath forced her barrel to heave. There was another too, Ashamin, who had pulled so tenderly at her aching heartstrings, and she fought a flood of panic to pull an image of his face out from her crowd of memories. He had been the only horned-one to crack the shell of embedded dislike - though she’d never particularly thought of the melted ornament to be anything of the sort.
What if Ashamin had not escaped either?
While the children profess boldness of heart through word and confront the lunatic mare. Zahra watches vaguely, distantly, distractedly. Certainly they could fend for themselves, and worry for their welfare took a swift backseat to the other rising issues. "Wasn't particularly nice to meet any of you…" she spat hurriedly, eyes already dancing from their silly power-struggle, to the skirt of dense timber beyond. "…good luck."
The golden-bellied mare skipped then from their company, veering left away through the rainforest towards the smoky region that had dumped her - them all - in this new surreal land. With any luck, she would track down dear Hannah, or Ilham (goodness knew where they were), and search for trace of any faces that were really worth her time.
{Zahra out}
Within her chest, Zahra’s heart pounded with escalating worry, concern, and beneath the shroud of glossy, glassy feathers, sharp, shallow breath forced her barrel to heave. There was another too, Ashamin, who had pulled so tenderly at her aching heartstrings, and she fought a flood of panic to pull an image of his face out from her crowd of memories. He had been the only horned-one to crack the shell of embedded dislike - though she’d never particularly thought of the melted ornament to be anything of the sort.
What if Ashamin had not escaped either?
While the children profess boldness of heart through word and confront the lunatic mare. Zahra watches vaguely, distantly, distractedly. Certainly they could fend for themselves, and worry for their welfare took a swift backseat to the other rising issues. "Wasn't particularly nice to meet any of you…" she spat hurriedly, eyes already dancing from their silly power-struggle, to the skirt of dense timber beyond. "…good luck."
The golden-bellied mare skipped then from their company, veering left away through the rainforest towards the smoky region that had dumped her - them all - in this new surreal land. With any luck, she would track down dear Hannah, or Ilham (goodness knew where they were), and search for trace of any faces that were really worth her time.
“Like delicate lace,
So the threads intertwine,
Oh, gossamer web
Of wond'rous design!
Such beauty and grace
Wild nature produces...
Ughh, look at the spider
Suck out that bug's juices!”
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