[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by Amelia on March 17, 2009, 2:21 am, in reply to "AMELIA. the ocean breathes salty, wont you carry my home?"
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where you will sit and contemplate your day
The world, as it shifts under her feet, slowly falling apart (she can feel it - if you pay attention, you could feel it, too), has become lonely to her. Amelia feels abandoned, and she has shrunk inside herself, standing alone as the sands wash around her feet. She can feel water running along her body, can sense it as it rushes through her. She chose it, it chose her. She cannot separate how it came about. She simply knows that it is.
The filly speaks to her, and she listens, slowly turning her attention towards the silver bay. Amelia is greedy for contact, and she reaches out with her muzzle to blow warm air (as if cold air exists in the desert during daylight) and to breathe in the scent of the young mare. As she's reaching, she catches the filly's eye, and stops. Her nostrils flare, her eyes widen, and she holds air in her lungs until they rebel, shoving the air back out to the desert. She has been lonely since Sterling's death (was it a death, could you call it that? or is he simply missing, because that? that would make life easier, she thinks), and now she stares into eyes that seem too familiar. Amelia struggles to find her voice, and straightens. Then she bends again, nearly touching the other's shoulder with her nose, then drawing back again.
"Hello," she says, relaxing. There is a noticible change to the way her weight rests on her legs, and her tail begins to swat at her haunches. "You must be Isadore." The filly needs no introduction. Amelia has been waiting to see her, and now that she does, she doesn't know what to do. "Pleasure to meet you."
Ni-Srilan
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Um, so the muse disappeared, but continue! I need to write or my brain will die.
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