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Isra who understood a manticore

“We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.”  



It takes her a moment to figure out what is it that makes her shiver while she watches him. Her heart trembles like a caught butterfly, frantic and tender winged. Each of her bones feels full of snow and winter, instead of blood, runs through her veins. There is a storm inside her, of fear and she's not sure why when the wind sings around her horn in the same way it sings around his.

But when frost spirals up his horn like ivy she understands what it is that makes her wish her skin was made of steel.

Now do you see what I see? Fable asks her and something in her heart breaks when she replies, Yes. Isra wants to blame him for that spiral of ice and the strangeness of him that makes her think of a a story she read once. The story was of a manitcore who loved a girl who spit up pearls even while she devoured all the men who came singing at the girl's window.

Isra can't remember if the story was about greed, or love, or something she has not learned to understand.

She's still waiting for him to join her by the water, and it startles her to realize that he's dissolving into the darkness like soot. Part of her wants to call out, like a girl who opens her mouth so that pearls like pour out. She wants to sing him a song that promises there is is winter in her blood too.

Fable wants the stallion to come back so that he might understand how the sea could change the two of them. Neither know exactly why they ache to watch the stallion go. Strange, the dragon says int the current between them and Isra silently agrees. They do not have a word what it is that feels strange and wrong tonight.

But they are worried.

Isra walks back into the waves to return to her city on the hill. Do not forget him Fable. I want to know the moment he crosses into our city. And when she starts to swim the kelp and weeds that tangle around her legs stay nothing more than kelp and brine.

There are no pearls falling from her fierce smile when she spits out salt-water from her lungs.




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just the color, just the shape; - by Amaroq - 01-01-2019, 06:25 PM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Isra - 01-01-2019, 08:12 PM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Amaroq - 01-05-2019, 09:06 PM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Isra - 01-11-2019, 01:52 PM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Amaroq - 01-19-2019, 11:30 AM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Isra - 02-02-2019, 01:40 PM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Amaroq - 02-07-2019, 01:39 PM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Isra - 02-14-2019, 11:26 AM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Amaroq - 02-21-2019, 03:21 PM
RE: just the color, just the shape; - by Isra - 03-06-2019, 11:17 AM
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