[open] one world to another

[Ciaran Zhaoiani]

From one world to another, how things changed and how nothing did at all. She grew, changing but she’d finished in appearance at long last. Her antlers had grown beyond her mothers, and she carried upon them trinkets of her past. A shell from the beach she had been upon when her youngest sister had been born, a small feather from her sire, a bright and smooth stone that was given to her by her sire. She missed them, but they were always where she would, one day, see them again. They were safe and she journeyed.

And she grew.

Ciaran Zhaoiani went from where she’d been living, her companion walking at her side as he always had. Lumbering and slow, strong but steady, Karsi was the one who had been there ever since she’d been such a small creature, trapped in the ice.

And through a meadow they wandered, side by side. She would often throw him a smile, but they did not converse beyond it. Bright cyan and gold she shone in the fading light of the day, blue eyes bright as she looked about. So much to take in, so much to see.

And so much to learn.

She grinned.