she frowns at the ground. Each crack and crevice of stone being studied with such an intensity that they begin to weave together. First there are little bugs running around, then its the pine needles that grab her attention littering the grey floor, a wide variaty of colors. Each their one shade, browns, greens yellows, bright, dull, some falling apart, others bent under the weight of wet bodies. Then its snakes, no, its grooves, worn, old, and vvery tired grooves. They come alive all at once weave slithering around on the ground looking for something, hunting for the next body to lay down. They all have one thing in common, abandonment. Just like you Her mind held the whisper echoing in the black recesses. With a shake of her head her mind snaps to attention before she manages to smile up at him. Ok, I can do that.
He was such a sweet man. Her hope flickers when he mentions the Chamber. Ok, thank you so much for your kindness Clark. Where do you live by chance?
All of a sudden she feels quite shy, I would love to visit you again. Reaching as high has she can the buckskin filly attempts to reach for his cheek offering a very wet and ticklish kiss. Flapping her new wings she stays there for a moment unable to find the courage to leave this place. This place that had just become... almost a home for her. Outside of that warm dark place she had been only moments before, this was the only place she knew. If it hadn't been for Clark, well.... the world was beginning to look a little scary.
It looks scary out there Clark Vocals tremble and she comes up to his side unable to help the childish need for comfort and parantage. What if he doesn't like me? .
Petya
up above the world so high
Sorry for the long wait
