08-29-2016, 09:24 AM
Spear and Spark have been intrepid in their travels through the snowy reaches of the vast North. The snow drags at their feet, clings to the feathers that run down their legs - they both show their father’s heavy influence on them, and not just in the red eye that each of them has. It is as the snow makes heavy each step in their trekk, that they come upon another set of tracks. Curious, their put their noses to the snow like dogs and follow the trail of hoofprints. Spear is the first to fling his head up in surprise as it dawns on him that some of the tracks are still being made right in front of their very eyes!
“Spark, look at this!” he crows enthusiastically.
“What?” she says much more softly as she catches up to him, having fallen behind as the sheen of sunlight on snow had caught her eyes more than the tracks did.
He is about to tell her that the tracks were being made by something clearly masked from their sight, but all of a sudden the thing making them is visible! She starts shaking the snowy buildup from her back; neither of them minds the snow humped up on their backs - it makes them look like bumbling snow-monsters, a game that they’ve enjoyed playing many a time or two in the snowy doldrums of the Tundra. They’ve not bothered to encounter any of the other denizens here, preferring to spend all their time together or else, elsewhere. But they can see that she is a bay with a blanket of gold spots to add to her ability to turn invisible; they never received anything so fantastic as that from the mating of their mother and father, just one red eye each that stamped them as Offspring’s own.
“She clearly doesn’t know we are here…” he snorts.
Spark nips at his side in consternation, “She will now, you loud mouth!”
She rolls her eyes; her brother could be so rude sometimes.
“Don’t mind him,” she calls out to the filly gamboling ahead of them, trying to eat snow and kick up her heels.-- Spear & Spark -- |