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Every day the yearling finds herself further and further from Pangea. It was a game at first - how far could she stray from her mothers overbearing eyes before she was caught? Once Harmonia regained her magic she forgot about Ajatar, except to prod her into a show of her traits whenever powerful horses were around. She thinks, then, of the grand stallion in Pangea that promised her control of her powers. If she could control it mother couldn't control her.
If she could control it she could use it and not hurt herself.
So every day she takes another step further and further from Pangea, and every day she's rewarded by freedom and the open air. Here in the meadow is her temporary favorite, for no other reason than the striking change in scenery. Pangea was a wasteland, desecrated ugliness. The meadow was beautiful, even during this winter. She smiles at the thought of it and revels in the cool streams and the high stalks of grass.
But with freedom comes danger. She tiptoes on the banks of the creek, feeling the water cool between the scales on her legs. She sees the alligator (strange, out of season creature) swimming lazily in the water - waiting. She watches him curiously and sees him pinpoint a target, becoming still - predatory. It reminded her of her mother.
Her eyes make contact with the stallion in the water and fear grips her throat. She wills him silently to see the alligator, but he doesn't. He just mumbles, bathes - unblinking. Is he blind, she wonders? "Hey!" she calls out in her high, yearling voice. "Careful!" she adds. She kicks up noise to stir the alligator away, heading in the direction of the stallion in the process.
If she could control it she could use it and not hurt herself.
So every day she takes another step further and further from Pangea, and every day she's rewarded by freedom and the open air. Here in the meadow is her temporary favorite, for no other reason than the striking change in scenery. Pangea was a wasteland, desecrated ugliness. The meadow was beautiful, even during this winter. She smiles at the thought of it and revels in the cool streams and the high stalks of grass.
But with freedom comes danger. She tiptoes on the banks of the creek, feeling the water cool between the scales on her legs. She sees the alligator (strange, out of season creature) swimming lazily in the water - waiting. She watches him curiously and sees him pinpoint a target, becoming still - predatory. It reminded her of her mother.
Her eyes make contact with the stallion in the water and fear grips her throat. She wills him silently to see the alligator, but he doesn't. He just mumbles, bathes - unblinking. Is he blind, she wonders? "Hey!" she calls out in her high, yearling voice. "Careful!" she adds. She kicks up noise to stir the alligator away, heading in the direction of the stallion in the process.
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