May 28, 2008 Leave a comment
The spirits were stirring.
Mianii clutched the mane of feathers tightly as the hippogryff banked sharply, descending into Telaar.
You are here, purred the wind as it swept around her, bringing the sun-baked scent of the plains.
She slid down from the strange creature’s back, pausing a moment to marvel at it. Brought to these lands by the elves, the great bird-like beasts wore a crown of antlers upon their heads and looked comically out of place to Mianii. But they seemed to have adapted well enough, as well as one can adapt to being in a strange place away from home. Mianii knew how that felt.
Where have you been? The earth beneath her hooves trembled slightly, like the stirring of a great sleeping animal. Tall grass nibbled at her heels.
They were restless and uncertain.
Down the river to the sun-dappled banks, where the talbuks lifted their heads to watch her. Mianii dipped her hooves into the water, hurrying over the stones and bubbling its excitement. Something is coming, it murmured.
Mianii drew a deep breath. Somewhere out on the plains, a cooking fire coiled lazy smoke into the sky. She wanted to be out there with them, alone with the spirits and the clefthoof and the stars. Not in the strange city in a stranger land, stuffed full of people who stared. The Farseer had called her there, but now the spirits were calling her home.
Dark clouds had gathered along the far flanks of the mountains in the distance, the promise of a storm. A thin smile found her lips.