Redsonga
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“Remember when, now and then, everything went wrong...and then our friends would sing the friendship song.”You can never truly leave the magic...ever.
The air in the small enclosure was thin now.
So thin, it drank up the dim hope that had been the last notes of their song.
Now both the dwindling air with its greedy hunger for life, and the caving ceiling, moved as one.
The two fraggles huddled together instinctively.
Their friends had not found them.
Friends always found them.
But the song had ended.
No hope.
No Gobo or Mokey or even Wembley.
No happy ending.
The boulders fell with a razor nailed hand to paint the cavern floor with scarlet.
And yet...and yet...
It was a small thing that darted quickly, the spot of light hardly bigger than a dustmite.
It caught the edge of Boober's sensitive nose, sending his arms and legs into motion in the same instant.
Air. Light. Life...Sweet life.
His unseen large visicious black eyes sped, mole-like after his keen nose, nearly dislocating Red's shoulder as their last bid for freedom gave his body the strength of three.
It was more of a crack than a hole that his fingers clawed at, wiggling all that followed in a single withheld breath.
Boober turned to pull at both the larger fraggle's arms as her middle with its thick fur was fixed fast within the jaws of stone.
Until, with a deafening scream of fright and pain, Red was sent tummbling forward into a rolling heap with Boober.
The ceiling was the floor other and over again as the moss the covered what felt like stairs cushioned their bouncing path downward, and the music of bone hitting rock send the world into a dance of light and roaring winds.
For once in his life Boober was very glad his name meant “Tie 'em to a rock” as the later part of his namesake made a ringing collision with the back of his skull.
“Oow...Red..Red, are you okay?”
Red got up to her knees with slow and painful jerks, shaking her head to still the spinning world.
The cave they were now in was an strange place, honeycombed with entrances to drank trunnels that seemed to head to a tousand paths just beyound veiw to one side.
The other side opened to the wide expanse of a hillside where wild golden grasses whiped, leading of to an endless horizon of forest.
But they both saw none of this.
Boober gasped in shock as Red opened her mouth twice as if to speak and instead dissolved into open tears into his scarf.
“Shh...It does'nt matter. It's safe..it's safe..we're alive...”
Boober's small voice repeated over and over, until it grew into a soft sing-song chant that carried off into the caves beyond.
The two odd colored gelflings huddled together for the warmth of each others being on the hillside, the tallers' pastel yellow wings folded like flower pedels in evening.