walking in circles seems to have meaning somehow; shahrizai

[Shahrizai]

all things are possible
even the worst of things

The pewter colt is as ordinary as she is unique. And though she may not believe it, even in this land of one of a kind creatures, she stands out. Shahrizai’s single, slightly interesting feature is insignificant in comparison. His own mother has but a nub for tail (the least of her unique features, considering she is hairless and covered in tattoos of flame). Even seeing such difference on a daily basis since his birth, he finds her fascinating. He wonders what it would be like, out there amongst the stars. It must surely be beautiful. He has no doubt the night sky is a poor imitation of what it must be like out there in the heavens. And in his incredibly limited knowledge of that fathomless expansion he is dissatisfied. He is hungry to know to more, to know everything.

When the mare agrees to his friendship, he grins, a happy expression settling easily onto his features. He has few friends himself. And if he bungles it, that is his only excuse (well, perhaps not his only excuse, but it is the one he will use). So when she expresses her desire to be a good friend, he can only echo the sentiment.

Then we’ll learn together. And you know what? I think we’ll be awesome at it.

He offers her a slightly cocky, teasing grin, dark eyes sparkling with humor and anticipation. And because he can’t help himself, he has to ask her the question that has been haunting his thoughts since she had first spoken of it.

What’s it like living in the stars? It must be amazing.

shahrizai

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