Scint River
08-14-2017, 06:23 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
There was an epidemic of children running wild through the Rift. No sooner had the first appeared in the slick of sticky mud by Zahra’s feathered flank, than another arrived to stand in their company, well, the golden babe’s at least. That twinge of bitter hurt had more or less waned within her, and a feeling more contented was beginning to rise in its place; perhaps kids were not all obnoxious. Anyway, her golden gaze softened as the newest caressed her sibling on the withers, and when addressed, she introduced herself with more tenderness to her tone then expected, "I’m Zahra."
Even as the silvery-eyed hybrid assumed focus on Kisamoa, another body descended upon them in a rather glamorous flurry of snowy-white ringlets, and the watching pegasus was immediately taken by surprise; of all the encounters she’d had along the way, none yet held any historical relevance in her life (except perhaps Eleos). But this woman, as perfectly painted as the clearest Tallsun night, was a face she remembered from the brief stint spent in Ashamin’s home.
Ashamin! That was a name she both cherished and missed.
Ashen lashes peeled away from her gaze, and lips too parted before the pretty horned mare had even finished speaking; when she did, however, an enormously dissatisfied disappointment twisted through Zahra’s stomach and molars bit down hard against the eager, ready tongue. She can’t hear?… grim thoughts hummed, searching for her bonded’s pearly wisdom for comfort. What made it all the worse, was that the second the reunion had been done, the starry-coated Basiner turned away towards the hideous God, and all without a single glance spared her way.
Everything was so different now, everyone, since the end of the world that they’d known, and the golden-bellied mare wasn’t sure yet that it was for the better. With a heavily preoccupied sigh and long, filthy, fawn-tail hairs licking across two smoky hocks, she too set her focus back onto Kisamoa - or that prettier wall of blackness that loomed on in the distance behind Him.
@Vesper
