It had been far too long since the feathered girl had allowed her younger self to show. So she flies, through the open plain, at speed. Her feathers are flat as she runs, the wind whipping past her. Her tail streams out behind her, the plume on the end flattened to create less resistance as she speeds down the plain. Beyond her, Karsi stood atop a hill and watched. He did not run with her, unable to keep up but with no desire to exert energy the way she did. He merely watched, eyes bright, as the cyan and sand figure dove over a small mound and rounded the hill.
In her arc, Ciaran Zhaoiani ran up the hillside, feeling the slope beneath her steepen as she stretched out her stride. As she came to the crest she slowed until she fell to a high stepping trot and finally slowed to stop. She shoved her head towards Karsi, roughly bumping him with her blue eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. The bear grumbled, and Ciaran grinned.
“One day, you’ll come for a run with me,” she says with that grin upon her face.
“That is unlikely, child,” he replied. “I’d sooner go for a walk in a desert rather than attempt to keep at your side.”
Ciaran seemed to pout but then chuckled at his words.
“Fair enough. Maybe I’ll change your mind, sometime. It felt good to run, it has been a long time,” she admitted. She stretched out her neck, shaking the remaining tension. It had been good to let the energy out and expel any of the remaining ill-feeling she’d been carrying with her since the return to her birthplace. As much as the memories were treasured, Ciaran finally felt no connection to that part of her life and had finally severed that bond.
It had been freeing, she’d realised. And she smiled at the thought of being unshackled for the time, with a whole new world out before her to explore. There was so much to see… and, really, not enough time.
There never was enough time.
In her arc, Ciaran Zhaoiani ran up the hillside, feeling the slope beneath her steepen as she stretched out her stride. As she came to the crest she slowed until she fell to a high stepping trot and finally slowed to stop. She shoved her head towards Karsi, roughly bumping him with her blue eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. The bear grumbled, and Ciaran grinned.
“One day, you’ll come for a run with me,” she says with that grin upon her face.
“That is unlikely, child,” he replied. “I’d sooner go for a walk in a desert rather than attempt to keep at your side.”
Ciaran seemed to pout but then chuckled at his words.
“Fair enough. Maybe I’ll change your mind, sometime. It felt good to run, it has been a long time,” she admitted. She stretched out her neck, shaking the remaining tension. It had been good to let the energy out and expel any of the remaining ill-feeling she’d been carrying with her since the return to her birthplace. As much as the memories were treasured, Ciaran finally felt no connection to that part of her life and had finally severed that bond.
It had been freeing, she’d realised. And she smiled at the thought of being unshackled for the time, with a whole new world out before her to explore. There was so much to see… and, really, not enough time.
There never was enough time.
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