[AW] the perfect sky is torn

[Averin]

averin ILLUSION NEVER CHANGED INTO SOMETHING REAL Quiet concern was written all over Averins expression, and there was a nervous shuffling of his hooves as he stared out at the expanse of land that he did not know. He shivered at the creeping sensation at his spine -- or maybe that was nothing more than the simple breeze? -- and told himself that he needed to move. To do something, anything. He felt lost out here like this; alone and uncertain. Where was Only? Out there somewhere, tending to whatever it was that Only tended to. Averin wouldn't really know. It was too soon to have any grasp on what his new master did with his time. Averin wasn't really sure that he needed to know any of those details, but he was not used to being alone in this way. Every little movement that he spotted out of the corner of his eye made him jittery. He didn't know anyone here, and had no clue what he actual purpose was when he was here by himself and waiting for Only to return. His feathers ruffled, though his wings were pressed tight to his sides. Averin was pretending that they were some kind of armor against his sensitive skin; holding everything in. All that insecurity and the underlining fear that buzzed along his veins. Averin did not wish to be twitchy in the way he currently was, but there could be anything lurking out there, and he was not used to being alone and without a group hovering around. He had forgotten what privacy felt like, or he simply hadn't really known it to begin with. This left him with the crawling urge to go find somewhere to hide himself away. An ear flicked, curved to the side at the sound of something out there. He took one careful step, then another forward. A songbird burst from the underbrush; Averin pulled back with a startled squeal before huffing at himself for the childish vocals. His ears flattened in embaressment and he peered around fretfully. Had anyone seen that? Averin hoped not, but what could he even do if someone had? Stumble along on legs that would be oh so graceful with more confidence? Averin was aware that he had a pretty walk when he wasn't full of nerves or shying away, but lately he was too uncertain of his fate to be any sort of confident. He was still the warm sunshiny creature that he had been known as in the caravan when there was someone around to see that brightness, but when alone, Averin let his insecurities eat away at him. Knaw at him from the inside like a dog with a bone. He shifted his body aside, pointed his nose towards the river and ambled in that direction, glancing this way and that as he proceeded. Thirst tore at his throat, and the rushing water not far from here begged for him to approach and take as he needed. How could he ignore a need that strong? Averin kept going, feeling the squish under his hooves as the ground gave way to softness at the water's edge. He leaned to the water with a happy sigh. I'M WIDE AWAKE AND I CAN SEE THE PERFECT SKY IS TORN

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