Slowalaine strikes again
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The empty hillocks rolled away from her, vast and dotted with copses of pine and crumbling remnants of stone. There was something truly entrancing about the land here, and China allowed herself to contemplate it, as she meandered slowly amongst these relics. The girl had a poetic soul, and noted beauty in most everything - Such was the way she had been raised, back in the days of Juniper Peace. Each dawn palette was a blessing, each birdsong another little joy. Perhaps it was these teachings, this method of life, that had saved her from the pits of despair. Few these days seemed to see the beauty in much. More likely, it was another weakness that made her exploitable, another flaw in the beautiful female's sickly interior.
Her step was light, and silent. The coyfolk were known for such a walk, and China more-so, as for all appearances she was pureblood. Her frame was delicate, almost to a fault; Her facial structure sharp and pixie-like, crown topped with large satellite ears. Even now, her gate had an ethereal elegance to it - Like dancing, but without the intent. As the warmth of the sun spread lucidly through her, she allowed herself to become more fluid, rising from the slow walk into an easy, effortless jog, and from that a gleeful, bounding sprint.
It felt good to run again, to have the ability to run again. Physically, she had mended well, from her prior illness. Even so, it did not take much to tire her, and as the silver dove burst into the small glad which held the pool, she was aware of the ache in her muscles, the burning in her lungs. It took her a split second to become aware of the other presence; Soft, eggshell-blue eyes spotted the seated hybrid and grew round with sudden fear. Her body, previously in motion, came to an awkward stillness - like a doe caught in the headlights, she was frozen. Nobody had ever been at the pool before, not when she had been there - her mouth formed a small 'o' of surprise. The soft doe-hide, which had been grasped in one hand as it fell from her shoulders during the short run, slipped now from the girl's blushing fingers and flopped to the ground.
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