Word Count → 501 :: New Charrie xD Setting: Just before twilight, the dampwoods. Kira is in Optime form.
The sun began its descent in the sky and the tawny girl decided it was as good a time as any to make camp for the night. She uttered a quiet ‘umph,’ as she hopped from the stallion’s back, her feet thudding softly on the pine needle ridden ground below. She’d been traveling long hours for two weeks now and her legs were sore from riding. She stretched her legs one after another, rubbing her thighs before straightening. She turned two yellow tinted eyes to the red/brown stallion beside her and reached out to pat his thick muscled neck. “We’ll rest here for the night, Rhaego. The world can wait for us another day.” She reassured him gently, bringing herself around to his face to stroke his velvety nose. He whinnied softly, and she smiled widely, leaning to press her forehead lovingly against his own. She left him and sighed contentedly to perch herself upon the rock and reached into her leather pack. It was a few moments before she found it. It’s smooth surface was cool beneath her fingers and she withdrew the comb, taking a moment to gaze upon it. Her father’s handiwork. She smiled at it fondly before running the prongs through her tousled sandy blond hair.
It had been a struggle to be alone for the very first time in her life, but she took it as an adventure. The whole concept of being a loner, it was rather exciting- just a girl alone in the woods, who knows what could happen? Well, she wasn’t alone. She had Rhaego with her always, and a formidable horse he was. He was a fierce red brown creature with a white leg and various splotches that made him look as if he’d had white paint splattered on him. Not a single one of her family ever managed to puzzle out how such a strong and high-spirited horse had chosen such a young girl for his master. But their bond was undeniable. He obeyed whatever command he was given, even where all others had failed. It was a curious thing, indeed.
It felt good to be rid of the tangles and she blinked leisurely until her lips began to take up the hum. It was an old melody that she knew very well. Her mother used to sing it to her as she ran the very same comb through her golden locks. Moments passed before it soon became a full fledged song, flowing seamlessly from her lips to grace the air around. With no one to hear she sang freely to the trees about her, feeling as if her family were there again around her. It was then that she felt the presence of the leather pouch against her collarbone. It was filled with the ashes of her great grandmother, and she knew she was not alone. It was a warm and soothing presence and encouraged her voice onwards, rising in pitch sweetly as if to beseech the very skies above.
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