05-02-2020, 02:32 PM
She was not quite what you would call refined.
Popinjay might not be the best one to ask about Fear, her heart too slippery for its crushing hands. She laughs and skirts around the thing on nimble hooves, foolish or brave - or both. Certainly, in her time, she has had experiences that should have terrified her, but her adventurer's heart only drove her ever onward, through the underwater tunnels, up the mountains, now she takes the skies and helps dragons burn islands.
Oh yeah, she blinks back to the present, Better not think too loudly about that. Not with Owin in range to eavesdrop. Her gaze has drifted to the sea of redwood trunks around them and she flicks it back to the red and gold colt. Why should he be afraid?
The grin that faded suddenly returns, lopsided and sly, as she takes up his green eyes once more, she wants to be closer to him and dark wings unfurl to catch the updraft that stirs her coat so wildly, takes the effort out of her upheaval so she nearly floats to her feet. The space is large enough, she thinks, the sky above the ravine open beyond the fog that hides it, and if anyone is close enough to know her thoughts, she knows they will be coming soon to stop her.
"Lemme tell you a secret."
She leaps from the tree trunk and her hooves barely make a sound when they touch down on earth again. Her landings are infinitely better than they used to be. The memory of her first makes her chuckle. His mama probably has a whole list of reasons he ought to be afraid.
"The thing about fear..."
There's a crashing in the distance. Maybe just a deer bounding through the undergrowth, maybe not. Her skin shivers as she draws up near enough to touch the boy, to drop grey lips near his inquisitive ears.
"The thing is, that Sphynx is gonna eat you whether you're afraid of her or not."
So don't waste your time. In a blink the little mare is gone, the near black cape and the fire of her belly have disappeared and in her place an enormous bird. The grey lips near his ears now a sharpened beak and her merry hooves turned dangerous claws that dig into the loamy soil. Great red-banded wings fly open and, perfectly balanced, the Bird kicks out a giant claw, grabbing the colt up more gently than it appears, and launches herself at the sky with heavy, thunderous, wingbeats that leave the youngest saplings around them swooning.
How badly did he want to fly?
Oh yeah, she blinks back to the present, Better not think too loudly about that. Not with Owin in range to eavesdrop. Her gaze has drifted to the sea of redwood trunks around them and she flicks it back to the red and gold colt. Why should he be afraid?
The grin that faded suddenly returns, lopsided and sly, as she takes up his green eyes once more, she wants to be closer to him and dark wings unfurl to catch the updraft that stirs her coat so wildly, takes the effort out of her upheaval so she nearly floats to her feet. The space is large enough, she thinks, the sky above the ravine open beyond the fog that hides it, and if anyone is close enough to know her thoughts, she knows they will be coming soon to stop her.
"Lemme tell you a secret."
She leaps from the tree trunk and her hooves barely make a sound when they touch down on earth again. Her landings are infinitely better than they used to be. The memory of her first makes her chuckle. His mama probably has a whole list of reasons he ought to be afraid.
"The thing about fear..."
There's a crashing in the distance. Maybe just a deer bounding through the undergrowth, maybe not. Her skin shivers as she draws up near enough to touch the boy, to drop grey lips near his inquisitive ears.
"The thing is, that Sphynx is gonna eat you whether you're afraid of her or not."
So don't waste your time. In a blink the little mare is gone, the near black cape and the fire of her belly have disappeared and in her place an enormous bird. The grey lips near his ears now a sharpened beak and her merry hooves turned dangerous claws that dig into the loamy soil. Great red-banded wings fly open and, perfectly balanced, the Bird kicks out a giant claw, grabbing the colt up more gently than it appears, and launches herself at the sky with heavy, thunderous, wingbeats that leave the youngest saplings around them swooning.
How badly did he want to fly?
@[Nashua]
