Post by corruptpudding on Jan 5, 2015 22:56:13 GMT -5
(I set it a little before the war~ I know most of the horses met along the shore, but I believe some of them were sent on missions to find objects or could still travel distances so I hope this is ok xD And I don't even know about the title hehe)
A pale grey muzzle drifted hesitantly above the surface of the praying pool, its waters emitting a soft, eerie glow. The velvety nose released an anxious sigh, sending ripples across the otherwise still surface, and in a murmur so faint it was inaudible to the keenest of listeners who might be standing close by; “I only ask…” the equine halted mid-sentence, his frown deepening with concentration. If he kept this up much longer he might accumulate a worry line or two. What a dreadful notion.
“Please…” the speaker tried again, the words sounding disjointed and flawed even to his own ears. He just didn’t know where to begin. His life had been nothing but a whirlwind since that first, almost fatal mistake of his. He had been tripping over his own hooves, making one wrong choice after another as they confronted him, making him doubt himself, something he couldn’t remember having ever done before. He swallowed. He wanted to ask many things…a jumble of things right now. But most of all, he just wished safety upon his beloved niece. She had grown rather close to him within the last year, he saw her as more of a daughter in some cases, but he was proving to be a poor role-model and protector. He had endangered her life more than once in the recent tumultuous turn of events. His poor decisions could very well have led to her destruction. Now, with war looming on the rise, he feared the worst. She was training to be a healer and no doubt might fight him for the chance to be on the field aiding wounded horses. But who would aid her if something were to happen? If an enemy were to take advantage of her youth and small size? She wouldn’t be difficult to take out, even with just a single well-placed blow. Or perhaps he was underestimating her as he seemed to be doing so well lately? He shook his head, trying to clear it. A fickle spray of water shot into the air as the little whiskers on his snout brushed the water. Droplets bounced upon his nose, beaded, and ran down his snout. “Please.” He prayed for a final time. “Just keep her safe.”
Having finished his pleas to the unicorns, Alabaster slowly pushed himself out of his kneeling position and stood again, resisting the urge to shake and accidently loosen debris into the pool. The rubble imprinting itself on his knees itched. He bent his neck and leg and carefully brushed away the dust and grit with the side of his head after he had paced a short distance from the prayer pool. He chanced a quick, disinterested glance at his surroundings. The pond seemed void of its usual number of visitors. Most likely due to the oncoming war. Actions spoke louder than words, but his actions only ever got him into trouble lately. He recognized the sparse equines at the edge of the pool as Oldes. He doubted Vasska would allow any exiles near such a sacred Olde place as this.
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