There's no walls & no ceilings as far as I know
just the echo of scars and the unbeaten road
Our little blue jay has been exploring.
The air slides around her, thick and sticky, clinging to her body and making her legs feel heavier and less inclined to want to move. Delicate dark nostrils flared, drinking in the humidity and the scents that went along with the bog – damp earth, strange plants and heat. Insects buzzed, a drone that was ever present, interrupted only by the occasional call of an unseen bird. Steamy mist rolled through as it tried to evade the golden light that tried to shake it from the reeds and vines.
Cress watched it go, streaming over the still waters, off to hide in shadowy corners until it could once again prevail. There was a bridge in front of her, wooden and old, and she paused, almost as if uncertain, almost as if she mistrusted a structure that had been standing in this wet, heavy air.
But then, our little blue jay didn’t think thoughts like that, and without further ado she ambled up it, shifting her wings against her backside. The wood groaned and creaked, but held up, and she carried onwards into the mist.
It wasn’t long before she heard the muffled sounds of voices and caught the scent of various others up ahead. Excitedly, she walked a little faster and as the path broadened out, she found them, bathed in the twilit golds.
The fist was golden and slender, with wings and flowers, and the next dark, his wings rimmed in a glow like embers. The third, who she was currently behind, was the buff color of sand with darker hair and equally dark horn. I won’t even begin to mention the forth, a stallion hiding himself, because there wasn’t even the slightest snowball chance in hell that Cress would notice him until he wanted to be noticed.
The horned stallion had just finished saying “…owe ye both my life and thanks.” and Cress leaned around him to eye the other too with round, fiery-orange eyes.
“So you’re heros?!” She squeezed her way past the larger stallion, the feathers on her head lifting. “That’s amazing! What did you do, how did you save him? Were you in trouble?” She rounded back on the buckskin, voice as earnest and innocent as a child, despite being older than the others here (minus our shadowed friend, of course).
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