A Random Event Has Occurred!
Seraphina’s eyes do not mislead her. There is something waiting below the mouth of the pool with the jagged stone teeth. Perhaps the pool is a doorway to another part of the island (to something beyond the island) and something is knocking, waiting, preparing to come in.
Maybe it was only waiting for an audience; they are the first of their kind to arrive here, at this clearing in the forest. Now the water begins to bubble and churn and the mist coils like a hurricane.
A shape converges out of the water and mist. It is more form than substance; the impression is like a body pressed against the back of a waterfall, fluid and moving. It looks something like a horse, but a vague approximation: the legs and neck are too long, the head too angular. Whatever magic has made it provides no detail but a dimple where its eyes would be, but nevertheless it is clear it sees them, and it pins its gaze upon them.
Then it steps forward without so much as a ripple of the water, its edges forming and unforming like the surface of the sun. Water-bugs and minnows dart away from its shadow but its attention is not on them; it does not waver from the woman and the girl, who themselves look as though they might be made of mist.
When it is only a breath away, when it stands at the very edge of the shore, it opens its mouth (or where a mouth might be, if it were something more than a vision made of water and light). Whatever it says, its expression suggests it out to be words the horses understand; the shapes are clearly intentional, though no sound emerges. Even the forest around them is mute. There is only this message —
And then the creature dissolves into mist and the mist dissolves into nothing and all the insects commence at once.
Maybe it was only waiting for an audience; they are the first of their kind to arrive here, at this clearing in the forest. Now the water begins to bubble and churn and the mist coils like a hurricane.
A shape converges out of the water and mist. It is more form than substance; the impression is like a body pressed against the back of a waterfall, fluid and moving. It looks something like a horse, but a vague approximation: the legs and neck are too long, the head too angular. Whatever magic has made it provides no detail but a dimple where its eyes would be, but nevertheless it is clear it sees them, and it pins its gaze upon them.
Then it steps forward without so much as a ripple of the water, its edges forming and unforming like the surface of the sun. Water-bugs and minnows dart away from its shadow but its attention is not on them; it does not waver from the woman and the girl, who themselves look as though they might be made of mist.
When it is only a breath away, when it stands at the very edge of the shore, it opens its mouth (or where a mouth might be, if it were something more than a vision made of water and light). Whatever it says, its expression suggests it out to be words the horses understand; the shapes are clearly intentional, though no sound emerges. Even the forest around them is mute. There is only this message —
And then the creature dissolves into mist and the mist dissolves into nothing and all the insects commence at once.
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