09-02-2016, 01:40 PM
<p align=justify>She had never known a conventional voice. Where others could speak freely with their tongue, she was hampered by some unknown iron fist around her vocal chords. From birth though, she had had her telepathy. It was her only way to connect with others, her only way to speak. She had only been without it once, as a foal, when she had met a mare who mysteriously suppressed the traits of those around her. It had not been pleasant, that choking feeling. And now here she was, facing that again.
At his touch she closed her eyes, her worst fears washing over her. They had never shared such closeness, and to feel it now gave her mixed emotions. Clearly he was distressed, as much as she. The contact was brief and when he had removed his head she looked around for the first time. Not the first time, but surely the closest. They did seem to be at the top of the world, with a sprawling meadow laid below them. But it was not their Valley.
"Surely they are fine..." she murmured, trying to reassure herself. Eight said he'd seen no injuries, so surely whatever had become of Beqanna had happened quietly enough. But his next words shook her to the core, and for the first time since childhood, she felt the burning behind her eyes that signaled tears. "Gone? All of it is gone? Your magic? My...my telepathy?" The quiver in her voice would surely give her away, despite the porcelain mask laid over her face. "But I can't talk without it. Nothing. Not one word." The frightened musings were semi to herself, though her eyes searched his. She knew within her heart he wasn't lying, but it was something to cling to nonetheless. A lie was sometimes better than the truth. </P>
At his touch she closed her eyes, her worst fears washing over her. They had never shared such closeness, and to feel it now gave her mixed emotions. Clearly he was distressed, as much as she. The contact was brief and when he had removed his head she looked around for the first time. Not the first time, but surely the closest. They did seem to be at the top of the world, with a sprawling meadow laid below them. But it was not their Valley.
"Surely they are fine..." she murmured, trying to reassure herself. Eight said he'd seen no injuries, so surely whatever had become of Beqanna had happened quietly enough. But his next words shook her to the core, and for the first time since childhood, she felt the burning behind her eyes that signaled tears. "Gone? All of it is gone? Your magic? My...my telepathy?" The quiver in her voice would surely give her away, despite the porcelain mask laid over her face. "But I can't talk without it. Nothing. Not one word." The frightened musings were semi to herself, though her eyes searched his. She knew within her heart he wasn't lying, but it was something to cling to nonetheless. A lie was sometimes better than the truth. </P>