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by sherubii on Wed Jan 09, 2008 9:35 pm
Name: Mira
Personality: Quiet and demure. She's always obedient.
Appearance: She had dark hair, and pale brown eyes. Her skin is, while not pale, not as dark as most others.
What you ride (optional): A horse.
Riding animal discription: Her horses name is Rain. She's almost pure white, with little patches of gray across her back and stomach.
Other: Mira has the power to see into other's minds, especially animals. With animals, she's able to establish a very strong rapport with them.
Mira was at the river, washing the clothing. She had a course bar of soap in one hand, and her mothers favorite dress in the other. When she had finished scrubbing it, she hooked the edge of the sleeve under a rock, letting the water rinse it out. She grabbed the next garment, and began to scrub that too. I don't know why you even wear clothes, said a voice in her mind. "Because I'm not a horse," she replied. But when she spoke, it was with a thread of thought that echoed into the horses mind, so that Rain could hear her words out loud, but also in her mind. I still think it's silly. "Well, you can think whatever you want, you silly horse." And with that, she reached a hand into the river, and splashed Rain, who pranced away quickly, neighing playfully. Mira could hear her cantering away, but she didn't mind. She knew when she needed Rain again, she'd come back. She'd never really broken Rain, and to this day, that horse wouldn't be ridden by anyone else. Lots of men in the village said that the entire purpose of a horse was to be ridden. But Rain was more of a friend, who came and went as she pleased.
Mira was respected in the village. Many people had the power to shapeshift, their body contorting into another shape. She didn't have that ability, but she had the gift of telepathy to such a degree that she was often called to check on a dog, or help train a horse. She didn't let it go to her head, it was just a gift, like that her cousin had with paint and canvass. Or her mother, and her incredible way with words. Her thoughts were quiet as she finished the wash. She wrung it out gently, and hung it over her arm. Her thoughts reached out for Rain, and she let her mind whisper, Come. Then she started to walk. After a moment, she heard Rain's hoofbeats underneath her feet. The horse had gone farther than she'd thought. It's a pity you can't change like the others. It would be fun to run with you. "Well, I like myself just fine, thank you very much." All she got was a snort in return, but she felt the distinct sound of laughter and she boosted herself onto Rain's back. Rain set a slow pace, and Mira didn't push her, but they were soon in sight of the the other people. She dismounted, whispering goodbye, and darted off to the clothing line her mom had already strung up for her. She tied the clothes quickly, double checking the knots. She could see Rain waiting for her to come back, rather impatiently.
So she returned. Anything her mother had for her to do could wait. Rain could barely hold still long enough for Mira to climb back onto her back, and she had barely wound her fingers in the horse's mane before Rain bolted. Mira tightened her legs to prevent herself from falling, and reached out with her mind. The mind of a horse was a beautiful thing. They were simple, but held so much thought, even if most people would have found it useless. And they were connected to each other with a loyalty rarely seen in people. She let her mind mesh with the horse's, until she saw through her eyes. And she thought, I wish everyone could see this.
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