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The mare was likely going to kill her now, for interrupting something that looked to be very important. The filly waited for it, and when her wings snapped open, she uttered a strangled cry; something between fear and resignation. Yes, death had come to claim her after all. After all she had endured and escaped, after all she had been through in her short little life, she was going to be killed by a surprised mare. Coraline stood, unable to flee, unable to even twitch in her own defense; but the killing blow never came. Instead, it looked like the dark mare composed herself and calmed. Was it as simple as Coraline having startled her? Could someone as inauspicious and little as Coraline have the ability to scare someone else? She didn’t think so – she had never scared anyone before. But then again, this was a new place. Perhaps dangers came upon them just as she had. Maybe there was something creeping up behind her right this minute, looking to make a quick meal of an unsuspecting filly! She found the ability to move and dashed out of her hiding place and spun around, button eyes searching for the danger that didn’t come. The mare seemed to have finished composing herself, and Coraline turned back around, still trying to stay as small and inconspicuous as possible, but failing. The mare had seen her, had spoken to her. Now she had to reply or seem rude. Coraline saw the smile, and tried to smile in return, but it looked more like a pained grimace. It’s amazing what fear will do to a youngling. Even more-so when your mother hates your very existence and refuses to teach you a single thing you need to know to survive! But that is another story to be told another time. The mare was speaking, demanding a name…no…asking. Yes, she was asking for a name. She couldn’t be death come to claim her – she didn’t imagine death would be so polite, calm, and quiet. Coraline tried to speak, but was having a hard time getting the words out. She flipped her tail in frustration. Curse her inability to be bold like Pan, or assertive like Bar…he was. She wished she could be kind like the little pink Pegasus, or cunning like Tarquin. She wished she could be anything but the meek, terrified child that she was. ”Coraline.” The word was softly spoken, gentle, and while it still held a tinge of fear, thinking of him always steadied her voice. He had been her savior, her best friend. He had fought a dragon for her! A dragon! And while he had come home with several injuries from it, it was his biggest fear that she would hate him for trying to attack the diseased and dangerous creature. All he wanted was to protect her and love her, and yet neither of them had the ability to tell the other how much they cared. How strange the things you don’t see in your youth, that you see after the bad thing has happened. ”Are you going to eat me?” There was less fear, and more resignation. She still imagined the mare was some sort of illusion, here to lure her into a sense of security before pouncing. Like the sleeping lion that encourages the gazelle to sneak past, only to take out the Achilles tendons. ”If you are…could you make it hurt as little as possible?” All she wanted was to be with him again – and if death was the only option, she would gladly take it. ”Speech” |
| Coraline | Silver chain from the pirate siren | Blue Macaw feather in mane | |
@Aislinn <3
