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Posted by stormcrow on February 10, 2009, 12:06 pm She went first to the desert. There was no truly logical reason why – Alkonost had never seen the place, had never gone beyond the protective umbrella of mountain and forest, had never really cared to. It was chance that brought her here now. It would not be chance that guided her home again. A sheet of drying blood cracked and flaked from her neck and chest with every mechanical stride, and some unconscious part of her willed the livid, throbbing scar to do the same, erasing all traces of her deed (it resisted, permanent as death). Beyond that there was no thought about the incident; the shard lying dormant in her throat melded almost perfectly with her mind, a paternal weight that flooded her with uncharacteristic warmth. Alkonost paused. There were no trees here, the mountains only a faint suggestion on the horizon. Voraer’s words came back to her in the morning silence, and she found that he had been right (vague, but right): the air was dry, and everything blended together into a uniform hue. Boring was the word that came to mind. But all judgments about the scenery aside, the white filly was there. She wandered almost aimlessly, hunting for a horse she had never seen and only heard of in passing, but from whom she had stolen enough to make some sort of impression (however illusory). She hunted her because there was no one else, because her mother already knew and her sister would be unhappy. For once, the thought of Jörmungandr’s distress failed to dampen her spirits.
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“ It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety. ”
- Isaac Asimov
these are the clouds about the fallen sun,
the majesty that shuts his burning eye.
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