Posted on August 1, 2020 at 07:20:31 PM by Rahsheda
 "Hide her away Najaat! Hızlı! their mother had hissed. She did not understand why mother wanted her gone. All she knew was she had meant her words and then there was the comforting touch of her sister's muzzle on her shoulder as she pushed her away from their mother. Their hooves had shuffled through the sand and she felt the sweltering sun as it beat down on them. "Najaat.. Where are we going?" she whined at her sister. The yearling filly stopped dead in her tracks and wouldn't take another step until her older sister told her where they were going. "Why do you have to be so stubborn Rah!?" Najaat huffed as she stomped her hoof into the sand. Rahasheda, honestly didn't know but she did like when she annoyed her older sister, as a smile traced across her pink lips. "Just so you know... I am only going because mother told me to," she snorted as she allowed her sister to continue to guide her into the desert. ✷ ✷ She stands poised at the edge of the shore. The soft sea breeze tugs at the ebony tendrils of mane and pushes her forelock from her sightless eyes. "Najaat,"" she breathes "Where are you? You promised," her heart aches for her sister. "Dalai, take me to her..." she quietly prays before she takes a single step into the sea. The surf froths around her ankles and hisses its protest as she splashes until the cold water swallows her into its embrace. Her strong legs strike out against the waters and heart leaps into her throat... What if she is swimming to her death? What if Dalai wishes her death? She swallows back the fears that threaten to drown her beneath their weight, and with one stroke after the other leaves her safe haven behind. She is uncertain how long she swims, but she notices the subtle changes in the waters around her. They begin to warm with each stroke and the air around her grows increasingly warmer and arid. Her ears rotate to stand erect within her tangled onyx tresses... a desert? It only mere minutes before the sea floor rises to meet her hooves and she feels the solid ground beneath her once more. She strides from the sea's embrace through the surf and onto the hardened sand. Home?! She had returned home. An excited nicker leaves her lips as she gracefully trots across the sandy shore and onto the sands beyonds. But the air was different and she can feel her heart fall. It is not home. There was the scent of a stranger heavy laden across the sands. She pauses. She should return to Aillil. Yet, something beckons her to stay. A whisper on the arid, blustery winds. It invites her to wait - to discover who would come for her. The Sightless Oracle |
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