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kufa ni yetu sabili
Posted on April 26, 2020 at 08:25:02 PM by Nzingha

hapo ambao asaa

The sea was a curious thing. While most bodies of water were happy to follow the unspoken laws that applied to their element, it seemed to choose when these edicts suited it... and when they did not. It was neither still nor did moving in a single direction; instead the currents pulled its contents in many different directions, sometimes all at once. And where a lake or a river would have fought to pull Nzingha under, the sea seemed to support her weight. Instead of fighting simply to keep her head above the surface, the shaman was able to focus her exertions on following the figure of the heavily pregnant mare towards their destination.

And it was vast. As the indistinct figure of an island became visible on the horizon, Nzingha wondered if there was any true end to the saltwater. From what the black mare had seen so far, there was far more sea than land in this new region she had arrived at - any creature living here would need to be an adept swimmer or find themselves restricted to the same tiny strip of land for the entirety of their existence. Nzingha blessed the spirits that she had learned to cross the rivers of her homeland young; a nomadic spirit by nature, she could never have been happy here otherwise. "Blah vblah blah spirits and voodoo." Already, the dark shaman looked forward to visiting Solomon's Cove, though Feray had already warned her that the trip was best delayed until the coming spring.

Details began to distinguish themselves as limbs burning with fatigue brought them closer. A beach with sand so pale in hue that it might have been mistaken for snow. Trees with thick, ribbed trunks and leaves almost as large as the Marwari's body. The raucous screams of gulls interspersed with the more melodic cries of brightly-colored birds. Nzingha's heart throbbed in her chest, and the draught of air she'd just inhaled seemed to become solid in her lungs. It was just like home. The mare's excitement lent a fresh surge of energy to her aching limbs, and she had soon pulled ahead of her escort.

Urged on by the gentle pressure of the waves, Nzingha emerged from the surf - hooves briefly scrabbling for purchase on the slick sand - and lifted her lean body into the sky in celebration. Nyumbani! The spirits seemed to whisper, rustling the palm fronds with the exhalation of their breath. Uko nyumbani! No sooner had the shaman's front hooves returned to the ground than she did a forward leap, striking out with her back limbs this time. "Blah blah nonsensical stuff about omens and talking to the dead and certain doom." A fire had filled the skull-faced Marwari's belly, and it could not be denied the outlet of such expression. Had it not been unseemly, Nzingha would have raced up and down the shore, laughter parting her dark lips.

Mwanangi akarudi nyumbani.

NzinghA
mare . six . black sabino overo . marwari . 16.0hh

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