[open] i remembered each flash, as time began to blur

[Aranea]

she rattled the bars. she beat against them with hooves and wings alike and found no give, no mercy. eventually she had accepted her fate - to be trapped, again, in silence - but she would not give up. as long as aranea lived and breathed she would seek some way to speak to them all, some way to make known her opinions and her beliefs. aranea had never been a lady of many words, but she did not need many. only some. the company was familiar, her relief was palpable. for all that she might have stumbled upon she was glad it was him; he, like eight, did not make her feel uncomfortable when she could not speak. ruan (a name she would not forget) was welcome company, though her ears still flickered with remnants of her agitation. agitation that was, it seemed, quiet obvious. a frustrated snort was the answer to his question, an irritated toss of the head the punctuation. no, she was not well! the cage bars rattled. under her slim frame her hooves burst in to a flurry of life, danced, and were still once more. a softer sound expelled in his direction that held a note of apology. bad timing and all that. he wasn't the source (nor target) of her frustration. but he would understand, wouldn't he? he the wolf who knew so well the language of the body? surely he would know what had ruffled her feathers, both real and proverbial. ARANEA (immortal, mute, infrared vision)from dust, she returned the dream, an enigma... silent