[open] Gourd of the Rings [any]

[Florian]

He makes his way down the mountain carefully, the Fairy's words running through his mind again and again on an endless loop. I will take away your gourd shifting, she had said. Just like that, a flick of an ear, a wing, a tail, the twitch of her ethereal nose, she was gone and... well, and he presumed the shifting, too, was gone. He did not want to think that she might have been lying, that she had played a trick on him.

I will take away your gourd shifting.What was left? A normal life stretches ahead of the green boy, one free of that panic, that fear, the suspicion that creased his brow and made him purse his lips, that made him shrink away from others the way his sire does. The sun shines brightly on Florian, picking his way down the mountain and finding footing again in the lush meadow. Warmth and relief loosen muscles he did not know were held tight and his head lowers slightly on a relaxed neck, the sunset pink and orange curls of his hock length tail waving loose. The yearling snorts and shakes, throwing tension from his body and then, with a tentative grin on his dark lips and laughter in his claret-red eyes, he bounds deeper into the grassy field, bucking and filling the early autumn air with joyful squealing.

I will take away your gourd shifting.

For the first time ever, he is free to revel in heightened emotion without fear and happiness swells his chest near to bursting.

Florian

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