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The feeling of grass beneath his gilded hooves was something of a conundrum, still, to the seahewn boy. It was softer than the sand he had forever known, and unlike such endless swathes of gold and white, this earth yielded to the weight of his frame - even now the curious sensation brought a softness to his impish, angular features; a flash of bonewhite teeth to glint in the morning sun. You see, it was a daybreak to revere; for it was the first time Ossian had dared to step out from beneath the protection of Poseidon's gaze since returning to the shore. Perhaps it was the gentle chime of the shells interwoven like lockets and lost promises between the strands of his starshine tendrils. If nothing else, they reminded him of Ama - and that, surely, was enough to stir courage into his heart. Such a foreign abstraction it was to take up the banner of a courageous man, when in truth he was but a gossamer child with a head full of salt and sea. What more could be said than that? Brave or not, there was no curbing his insatiable thirst for this new world he had found himself floundering within - and his inquisitiveness had finally outweighed the fear.
Ossian drifted across the open plain, casting his ocherous gaze to the horizon. It was with great trepidation he had come to stand here upon high, with the wind casting spells upon his bleached-white hair; tossing it skyward into the blue. His life had suddenly become an open book, a sprawling expanse of literature yet unwritten and the possibilities were electrifyingly limitless. What would Ama have thought of it all? Of this land, of this system they named a court? The coal-skinned boy sighed, glancing over his shoulder for one final glimpse of the ocean before moving on once more, his eyes glimmering anew.
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Ossian drifted across the open plain, casting his ocherous gaze to the horizon. It was with great trepidation he had come to stand here upon high, with the wind casting spells upon his bleached-white hair; tossing it skyward into the blue. His life had suddenly become an open book, a sprawling expanse of literature yet unwritten and the possibilities were electrifyingly limitless. What would Ama have thought of it all? Of this land, of this system they named a court? The coal-skinned boy sighed, glancing over his shoulder for one final glimpse of the ocean before moving on once more, his eyes glimmering anew.
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