the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
The pair of cats can only stare as the water horse takes form. Amalia blinks in silent amazement and awe; the creature is beautiful, throwing rainbows across the water as light refracts through its translucent form. But it feels like something dangerous as well, a wild being of Rae crystalized in ways the Angel has never encountered before.
One ear flickers over her head at Ray's silent greeting; the other one stays focused on the equine, even though nothing of what transpired is said aloud. It says we're free to enjoy the Falls, Amalia translates, her tail twitching, As we've been touched by Rae. This affirmation loosens something in her; with a grateful whuff the snow leopard lowers her head toward the creature, which bobs its crown in turn.
Then the water horse paws at the surface of the water, huffing steam as its ears fall back, a clear communication of unhappiness. Ah- it says that with all the humans wandering through there's been, um, a change in the water. That one of them left items which are hurting it in the pool. The feel and taste of cold steel rush into her mind. It asks if we can get it out. It's at the bottom of the water.
One ear flickers over her head at Ray's silent greeting; the other one stays focused on the equine, even though nothing of what transpired is said aloud. It says we're free to enjoy the Falls, Amalia translates, her tail twitching, As we've been touched by Rae. This affirmation loosens something in her; with a grateful whuff the snow leopard lowers her head toward the creature, which bobs its crown in turn.
Then the water horse paws at the surface of the water, huffing steam as its ears fall back, a clear communication of unhappiness. Ah- it says that with all the humans wandering through there's been, um, a change in the water. That one of them left items which are hurting it in the pool. The feel and taste of cold steel rush into her mind. It asks if we can get it out. It's at the bottom of the water.
