Mangrove Tidepools
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R I X E N She appeared to strain to hear my returned greeting. I watched as the spotted unicorn stepped toward me, eying me a little cautiously at first. Which was completely understandable, because for all she knew I could be a threat. But I wasn’t. I was just Rixen, a newcomer who had been plopped in this land presumably like everyone else, a weary wanderer in search of a new life. The first step to that, of course, was to find others who could teach me about the Rift, and who I might eventually be able to call friends. Helovia. This mare was also from Helovia. Why was I not surprised? She spoke of Kisamoa, too. I had never seen him, but from what I had experienced his name was known and frequently spoken of across the land. "No." I reply, "Neither am I." Thus far, I had yet to meet a native Riftian, although I had been convinced that this mare was one. Even though she was not a native Riftian, with all of her stripes and spots, I thought she certainly could pass as one. There was a kindness to her that I immediately found myself drawn to. My gaze shifted from the mare to her bird, and I watched the winged beast circle above, searching for prey. They appeared to share a connection unlike anything I had ever seen before or that I imagined possible. Where I came from, there was no such thing as a horse having an animal companion. We simply could not talk to them, for they were animals and did not speak our language. Immediately, I was curious about how the whole thing worked, but I refrained from asking about it just yet. I had so many other questions to ask, and it was already difficult enough to choose just one. "I am Rixen." I gave Kiada my name with a friendly bob of my head. "It is a pleasure to meet you, and Khairi." I did my best to acknowledge the bird swooping about in the air above us. Although it felt rather awkward talking to a bird, I did so out of politeness. A brief gust of wind blew a large chunk of my upper mane into my face, and I tried to toss it out of my eyes as gracefully as I possibly could. Still, pieces of hair were left tangled among the vines in my antlers. I left them there, not wanting to make too much of a fuss. I continued, "I was just looking at the plants in these tidepools. They’re almost like entirely different worlds… much smaller ones." I observed, shooting her a kind and pleasant smile. Fortunately, she was closer to me now, so I did not have to raise my voice quite so much. Gesturing to a fluorescent plant, I inquired, "Do you know what they are?" "Talk." they heard me singing and they told me to stop quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock |
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