09-06-2021, 04:19 PM
with rushing thread of brazen spindles.
What a lovely thing it is to be alive, she thinks, while heat pools in her cheeks as the young mare’s expression collapses around the soft edges of shock. This is Neuna’s first taste of embarrassment, you see. But because she is a thing built for adoring life, she does not get swallowed up by shame. Instead she delights in it, the vicious churning in her gut and the uncertain smile that creeps across her own face.
She shakes her head, smiling still, but cannot bring herself to speak.
Had it been a foolish thing to admit that she had never learned to swim? It must have seemed counterintuitive, she thinks, that she and her sisters had come to live on the island at all. But their mother had crafted a raft of clouds to spirit them away from Pangea and deliver them here and though the girls had splashed in the surf, they had never ventured beyond that.
But Moira does not make her feel like a fool, offering instead to help and Neuna’s smile shifts from something uncertain to something genuine and beaming. Her heart beats fiercely in the cage of her chest as she moves even closer to the pool, the dual lines between her eyes beginning to glow with fondness as she nods eagerly.
The shadow wolf lurking in the darkness nearby mutters bitterly and lies down to sleep while she steps into the pool.
“Please!” she exclaims but does not immediately venture any deeper into the water. “I would love to see them,” she adds, unaware that she never will.
She shakes her head, smiling still, but cannot bring herself to speak.
Had it been a foolish thing to admit that she had never learned to swim? It must have seemed counterintuitive, she thinks, that she and her sisters had come to live on the island at all. But their mother had crafted a raft of clouds to spirit them away from Pangea and deliver them here and though the girls had splashed in the surf, they had never ventured beyond that.
But Moira does not make her feel like a fool, offering instead to help and Neuna’s smile shifts from something uncertain to something genuine and beaming. Her heart beats fiercely in the cage of her chest as she moves even closer to the pool, the dual lines between her eyes beginning to glow with fondness as she nods eagerly.
The shadow wolf lurking in the darkness nearby mutters bitterly and lies down to sleep while she steps into the pool.
“Please!” she exclaims but does not immediately venture any deeper into the water. “I would love to see them,” she adds, unaware that she never will.
@Moira