[P] something old, something new

[Galileo]

galileo kodarki

i felt the touch of the kings and the breath of the wind

Water. At last.

He almost ran into it, the lake that lay in front of him. There was an eagerness in his eyes as he cantered towards it, his muscles rippling like the wind on the sands. Fresh and clear. Stunningly cerulean, almost blindingly so when the light brushed her sweet rays over the surface. Galileo would never have known it was there, or even the direction to go in to find any source of life, if it hadn't been for the mare he had met by the shores. And now, here he was, leaving in his wake nothing but deep-buried memories and footprints on the dunes. 

The first touch of water on his lips was sweet, and he savoured it until he could enjoy it no more; he rushed forward, splashing the water as he went. This was so different to being at sea -- he felt protected, enveloped in the arms of the mountain herself. Behind him, floating like a twig on the water, his tail created capillary waves as it moved left and right. Submerged up to his stomach, he threw his head underwater whilst holding his breath, hoping to clean off his ragged mane. Blinking as he reappeared and the sun glinting off his golden eyes, he blissfully took his time bathing in the lake.

When he finally chose to get out (his thoughts and worries put to rest, for now), Galileo turned to the rocks, brown and cracked from the ebb and flow of the lake tides. Lifting a hoof out the water and placing it on a low rock, he coaxed his huge frame upwards in one motion, allowing the rest of his body to join. For a moment, he was stable, but there was a false sense of security as the world suddenly clattered into motion. The hoof that had been last to join slipped, dragging him back down into the lake. With a sharp but deep cry, he landed heavily back in the water. What was once clear blue was now mixed with the red of blood, and though he couldn't see his legs in the murky water, he could feel the pain creeping upwards.

For the second time entering this new land, he had put himself in danger, and this time he had suffered for it. Grunting as he shifted through the water towards a lower section of rock, he gently stepped out, wobbling on his injured leg. Moving towards the flatter part of the lake, he pulled himself out with effort. Standing there, helplessly bleeding on the shore, he once again cursed the lands they called Novus; the first chance he could get to leave, he would.


@Luvena @Tenebrae

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