Horses were magnificent beasts. Ariadne had always known that. What was more troubling was the fact that they were exceptionally large beasts as well. Including the particular specimen in front of her right now. The stallion was blue-black, more than twenty hands high. On her tip-toes, Ariadne could just barely see over its enormous back.
And she was expected to mount this thing?
She frowned slightly, her shoulderblades twitching. Not for the first time, she wished she still had her wings. She could just fly up to sit on the horse. Or better yet, just skip the horse completely and fly...where ever it was she was going to go.
Airy wasn't too clear on that part yet.
Absently, she shifted from one foot to the other, trying to come up with some kind of plan. As if sensing her uncertainty, the horse gave her a nasty, little snort.
"Now that's just rude," she scolded it.
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
Even if she didn't understand why there was a celebration taking place, Ariadne was enjoying herself. She tried to think of the last time there had been anything to celebrate. The closest she could come up with was Princess Amanda's New Years Ball, the last one she'd held, about three years ago.
This was different.
There wasn't as much formality, for one thing. Everyone seemed to be on good terms with one another. Some of them uncomfortably so. There weren't planned activities or rigid line dances. It was more like they were all just making it up as they went along.
Ariadne had more than a few swallows of bourbon--she didn't understand the whole art of 'poisoning yourself for fun' since it didn't hit her physiology, but she figured...why not? Even stone sober, she still managed to find herself laughing and twirling in the dances. And when someone called for a song, she found a strange little burst of courage inside of her tiny, five foot two frame. Without expecting it, she stood up on a wooden crate and began to belt one of her father's old songs:
IT ISN’T EVERY DAY THAT I GET TO WALK ABOUT WHILE OTHERS GO ABOUT THEIR DAILY LIVES I’M ON THE INSIDE LOOKING OUT EVERY DAY JUST LIKE THE LAST EVERY MOMENT PREARRANGED BUT MY HEART IS CRYING OUT DYING FOR SOMETHING NEW AND STRANGE
What would he think of her, sharing their people's songs to a group of total strangers? Ariadne couldn't say. But then, if she spent her whole life living only to wonder what he would have thought...that wouldn't really be living at all. Would it?
Ariadne | Original
Horses were magnificent beasts. Ariadne had always known that. What was more troubling was the fact that they were exceptionally large beasts as well. Including the particular specimen in front of her right now. The stallion was blue-black, more than twenty hands high. On her tip-toes, Ariadne could just barely see over its enormous back.
And she was expected to mount this thing?
She frowned slightly, her shoulderblades twitching. Not for the first time, she wished she still had her wings. She could just fly up to sit on the horse. Or better yet, just skip the horse completely and fly...where ever it was she was going to go.
Airy wasn't too clear on that part yet.
Absently, she shifted from one foot to the other, trying to come up with some kind of plan. As if sensing her uncertainty, the horse gave her a nasty, little snort.
"Now that's just rude," she scolded it.
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
Even if she didn't understand why there was a celebration taking place, Ariadne was enjoying herself. She tried to think of the last time there had been anything to celebrate. The closest she could come up with was Princess Amanda's New Years Ball, the last one she'd held, about three years ago.
This was different.
There wasn't as much formality, for one thing. Everyone seemed to be on good terms with one another. Some of them uncomfortably so. There weren't planned activities or rigid line dances. It was more like they were all just making it up as they went along.
Ariadne had more than a few swallows of bourbon--she didn't understand the whole art of 'poisoning yourself for fun' since it didn't hit her physiology, but she figured...why not? Even stone sober, she still managed to find herself laughing and twirling in the dances. And when someone called for a song, she found a strange little burst of courage inside of her tiny, five foot two frame. Without expecting it, she stood up on a wooden crate and began to belt one of her father's old songs:
IT ISN’T EVERY DAY
THAT I GET TO WALK ABOUT
WHILE OTHERS GO ABOUT THEIR DAILY LIVES
I’M ON THE INSIDE LOOKING OUT
EVERY DAY JUST LIKE THE LAST
EVERY MOMENT PREARRANGED
BUT MY HEART IS CRYING OUT
DYING FOR SOMETHING NEW AND STRANGE
What would he think of her, sharing their people's songs to a group of total strangers? Ariadne couldn't say. But then, if she spent her whole life living only to wonder what he would have thought...that wouldn't really be living at all. Would it?
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