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Coraline was very curious about wings and flying, but only because she never had the ability. Mew had wings, but she didn’t recall ever seeing him fly. Perhaps he could, but chose not to. It was something she would never know, but for now, it was ok with her. No use dwelling too much on the past. It only served to bring her down, and the girl was trying hard to be happy. She always thought flying would make one happy – to be able to touch the clouds and dance among the raindrops. It would be a magical thing, indeed. Averin spoke then about not flying much as a youngster. His tale, however short, was awful, indeed. Who would seek to capture children? She shuddered. Her mother hoped that such a band would come and take her away, but the filly was lucky. She had never seen hide nor hair or that sort of predator. She had seen many others, though – wolves, coyotes, bears. Each one had seemed to understand her unique situation – how her mother hated her – and had not bothered the child. It suited her fine – she was happy to be alive and without further maiming from scars. The filly was scarred – but they were all internal. Her fear of everything that moves; her fear of being alone; of losing anyone close to her. The filly had many issues, but she was working through them a few at a time. Perhaps, by the time she was four or so, she would be free from those chains; but who knows what may happen between then and now. She never imagined her life would go the way it has been going… but only time can tell for certain. For now, she was content to live her life the best she could. ”It sounds like it was a hard time for you.” She wanted to reach out, to touch his pearlescent coat in comfort, but she was awkward and unsure. Instead, she reached her muzzle closer, but pulled it back. She wasn’t sure if he would object to being touched by a near stranger. ”But you’re older now… you can fly away if you want to…right?” She wasn’t sure what she would have done in his stead as a child. Probably the same thing. She would have ended up with Stockholm Syndrome, likely, falling for her captors. ”Maybe you can stay with us in Delumine? I think they seem pretty nice here.” She was beginning to feel comfortable in this new place, and wasn’t sure if Averin was a passer-through, or if he was going to stay. The child was hoping he would stay. She didn’t have many friends, and who couldn’t use one more? She gave a sheepish smile, as if she had said something too forward. Poor girl, has no idea how to talk to someone without worry that they would judge her. Mew was the first one she had been able to talk to openly, and then Pan; but Mew was gone and Pan was on adventures. Perhaps she would learn to be comfortable with others one day. Yes. One day. ”Speech” |
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