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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 16:39:00 GMT -6
A Brother Unheard
Jala & Daemyn
Two years before a sacrificial filly is thrown to the waves, and many pegasi and their supporters are corralled into a sequestered place called Torrine,
a thirteen year-old Jala still struggles to adjust to life as the eldest child in the house, and battles with his own wishes and expectations placed upon
him by his father. It having been a year since his older brother Judas left, Jala frequently wonders where he has ended up. By the stroke of luck he
comes across a guardian in town, and Jala hopes they might provide some insight into Judas' whereabouts...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 16:41:39 GMT -6
JALA
"Now, do not wander off too long, Jala. If things go well we'll have sold everything before the day grows late.
Until then I expect you'll behave yourself and complete the task at hoof." His mother had advised. Jala's one year-old
brother clung to her side like a leech--and he was leeching her attention.
"Ye-hes, momma." Jala gave a roll of his eyes. "I'll get the coconut milk and be right back, I promise."
It was a promise he failed to keep, unfortunately. It had been three hours since the colt uttered those words. He had
the coconut milk stored away safely in his saddlebag, and the spare change held in one of its latched pockets but the colt
was in no hurry to make his way back from Inaria's markets and into the surrounding villages where his mother was selling
produce. He'd been distracted, you see.
Aside from his encounters with Tegan, the only real company he found outside of his own family was with the animals.
Birds were shy and laughibly flighty, but they always came whenever berries from the stalls had spilled from the ground.
For how small they were, many of them would fight viciously over a single stray piece of food littered on the cobblestone.
Boy, was it a sight to see.
Other times, Jala entertained himself in the company of the more sociable parrots. Small tree that stuck out on the edge
of the street provided shade, and within its lower branches perched a macaw. It had been squawking at the colt incessantly,
keeping its beak open threateningly and its tiny bright eyes staring blankly down while its audience lay beneath the branches.
Jala was clearly entertained by its behavior.
"You don't scare me," He would chuckle. The foal was on his backside and flinging his hooves playfully in the air. "C'mon,
I said your feathers were pretty! Is that so much a bad thing?"
The parrot squawked again, louder this time. Apparently it still had yet to be pleased.
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