Meta Part 1 Final TaskHere &
HereGained Memories:"Whoa careful there!" A strong hand grabbed Falair as she nearly slipped off the back of the mount.
Wide eyes filled with surprise as a she gave a startled squeak. Tiny legs kicking wildly as she hung in the air for a moment.
"Papa!" Before she could say anything else she was placed back up on the large stallion between large burlap sacks.
"Hold on tightly now and try not to fall. It'll do either of us no good if you break your neck. Then I'd have to explain things to your mother." The older man scrunched his face lightly, dark tanned skin wrinkling around his eyes, His mount giving a snort as it flicked it's tail and plodded along on skeletal legs.
Falair leaned forward, gripping onto the horses' mane tightly, leaning her little body against the back of it's neck.
"When do I get my own mount Papa? I wanna ride my own."He laughed as he continued to lead his mount. "In time little one. You just need to do just a little bit more growing." But she didn't want to wait. She wanted to be big now.
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A pair of bare feet appeared in her field of vision. Falair had been kneeling over a large pile of dirt for what seemed like hours. She could easily get lost in just rooting around, exploring and finding what she could.
But these feet caught her attention immediately. She knew these feet. Looking up she smiled as a strong hand reached down and in turn she reached up slender fingers to grasp the hand. Pulled to her feet by strong arms she laughed at a joke he told.
Something about being a child of the dirt.
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Looking up from the space she had been working in the tent, Falair frowned lightly. Nothing seemed to be going right. She wasn't getting the results that she had wanted. And it was all getting so frustrating.
Her colleagues were getting a bit frustrated as well.
Why had they left this crucial part up to her? Didn't they know she was kind of a flop? Perhaps it was a test, to see if she could actually pull it off. Or maybe it was just something to make her feel bad about herself. And then one of them would come along and take over making her feel even more inept.
They were so cruel to her sometimes.
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Everything was gone. Darkness and fog had swallowed up the land. Her home. Her family. Everything ripped asunder. The rug pulled out from under her.
She had felt something was wrong while she was away. But it had been a challenge to return to this place. Now she stood on a grey, fog covered hill. Staring down at what this place was. Imagining in her mind's eye what it used to be. Now it was dead. They were all dead.
Was she the only one? The only one to survive? No, there had to be others. But who? Where?
Wrapping her arms around herself, Falair feel to her knees and sobbed. She had no clue what had happened to her beautiful home, or the other islands for that matter. But she felt a coldness sweep over her as the realization that she may be the only one of her family and friends left and it caused her to shiver between sobs.
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It hadn't been long that Falair soon found herself wandering after leaving. She roamed and searched, lost and alone. The young mare wasn't afraid but she was lovely and bored.
Today she happened upon a creature that seemed just as lost and alone as she was. Though perhaps not quite as bored. It had been a while since she had come across anything that was really alive, so what was this thing doing all the way out here? On it's own.
Well, there was one way to cure her boredom. And if the thing died well, at least it died for science.
Pride MemoryShe had done it. ****** had finally found a group that would accept her to help in a project. Without any help from her friends or family she had managed this accomplishment on her own. They even knew that she wasn't quite the best at anything when it came to alchemy, but even still they gave her that chance. And that was all she had really wanted from anyone.
A chance.
******'s heart swelled with pride as she scampered home. This was a big step for her. Perhaps mother would make her a special meal in celebration. Oh! How she hoped father would nod approvingly as he smoked on his pipe. She imagined how proud her sister would be. Little ****** was growing up and accomplishing things!
The young mare hoped that this high would never go away. That this new path would lead her to self discovery and vast improvement.
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Sad Memory****** sat upon a rocky ledge. Warm sand whipped through the air as she watched it roll upon the distant sand dunes with red rimmed brown eyes. She felt a fool. Letting her emotions blind her, to believe....
Her heart ached, slender fingers clasped over her heart. But no more tears fell, she was done with tears. Though it was hard to believe such when her heart had been stomped upon. Unknowingly at that. She couldn't even say anything. It was all a secret part of her and even though it hurt beyond imagining she couldn't say a word about it.
So she sat there and watched the wind whip the dunes into a frenzy as the hot sun slowly slipped behind them.
