someday i am going
to walk out of here free
to walk out of here free
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he moon bristles overhead and washes them with silver. Angharad is sort of aureate already, at least in the places she is not soot-black or bloody, but the light turns Thana into something totally strange, her dark skin glowing pure red. It is admirable how quickly she can shift; Angharad does not know enough about herself yet to change any of it. She only knows the steady beating of her stolen heart in her chest and the terrible permanence of the world dying underneath her hooves.We could go east, Thana says, and Angharad turns her broad head sideways to the place where the open fields slope into a hard, dark forest. The trees make a black mountain-ridge against the deep purple of the now-night sky. Angharad feels a thrill of something in her chest - bright and toothy, it could be excitement or it could be raw fear, and either way it wants to set her limbs into motion regardless of direction. Antsy, she scrapes a hard, dark hoof against the ground. Her tail lashes. Her pulse threatens to burst -
Then their shoulders brush together, and Angharad breathes out a sigh of something like relief. Warmth floods through her ribs. Thana turns toward the edge of the plain as if she hasn’t even noticed the way they’ve touched, and Angharad is both grateful for and jealous of it. It is with a sheepish, admiring smile that she bumps her own shoulder against Thana’s like a song put on repeat and follows her into the darkness.
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