[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by alkonost on February 3, 2009, 10:05 pm, in reply to "Is that a raincoat? --" Alkonost listened with rapt attention, her expression an unwavering mask of polite interest. Little effort was wasted in puzzling out his personality from the abridged description her mother offered. She had seen with her own eyes the way he sweated in her presence, denied her existence entirely. Why should she bother with such a creature? The shard, though, stuck in her mind like a barb. The white filly bit her lip, instinctively drawing up water which then crystallized into a pale frost around her hooves. A special gift indeed. “Kill him?” Alkonost’s voice was small, introspective. She thought of the bird she had incinerated and its frightened, gasping, frozen face. She thought of the wildcat she had chased away to get it. The images lingered only for a moment, swept away by her own conjecture, a private revelation of sorts that had everything and nothing to do with either. “Okay,” she said at length. Just ‘okay.’ She didn't really care why.
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these are the clouds about the fallen sun,
the majesty that shuts his burning eye.
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