
Posted by Amelia on February 18, 2009, 1:23 am, in reply to "to death; to life--the end's the same"
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The desert is calm, and Amelia enjoys the quiet that surrounds the two of them. She finds comfort in the simplest of things: the way the sand moves around her feet if she stands still during a gust of wind, or the warmth during the morning before it grows too hot to stand without shade. She enjoys the open night skies that reveal stars; she never noticed the constellations before. Funny how trees that used to convey beauty and safety suddenly become a hassle when they aren't even around anymore.
The mare skitters, flinching away, and Amelia freezes. She's not sure that she's ever made someone nervous before. It's usually her that flutters around, trying to avoid contact, hoping that the eye contact made with the other won't last too long. When the mare dips her head down, Amelia mirrors her movement, lowering her head until it's just about even with the mare's. A soft shushing sound emerges from Amelia, a motherly coddling that reassures her as much as she hopes it reassures the other mare.
"It's okay." She takes a step back, her hooves barely lifting from the sand. The trails left in the sand by her shifting mimic shooting stars. "You don't have to worry. It's okay." Amelia, say something worth saying. No more of this soft speak. Say something that matters. "I can help you."
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