11-11-2020, 09:09 PM
Those that answered 'trick' all disappear. Clegane shifts his weight uncomfortably, unable to settle with the thought that he had made the 'right' decision.
His broad head moves side to side, looking over those left to see if they are going to leave or stay. The thought of abandoning the group crosses his mind, but before he has time to decide if he should back away a sound like falling snow cases him to look forward again. There, suspended and glittering, is his gift.
His heart skips a beat as his silver eyes reflect its light, and without thought, he steps towards it. His attention is absorbed by its beauty, and it isn't until he has taken very many steps that he realizes he is not getting any closer. His look of awe changes to one of confusion, then frustration.
The world seems to darken then and the beach stretches impossibly long. The other horses seem to fade away and the sands narrow until he is walking on a long, pale beam - it is only a hoof-width wide, and his steps grow cautious and wobbly. The beam slices through a dark void, and at the very end, miles away, floats his gift.
From the void on either side of him, hands reach up - vaporous and ever-changing. They reach for him, and he flinches, wanting to shy but having nowhere to go but forward. He picks up his stride as quick as he dares, as the first hand swipes at his hocks. He pulls his leg forward just in time, and it passes, contactless, with a hiss. Another and another reach for him and he can not avoid them; his path can only be straight. Fingers reach for his front leg closing around his cannon bone - he gives a cry and a leap forward. But the clasping fingers are as light as mist, and though they wrap around his leg, they swirl away as he moves. His heart steadies then, and his walk on the beam steadies. Another hand appears before him, lager than the rest, and commanding him to stop with an open palm.
With a lowered head and flattened ears, he walks right through it. With this defiance the beam waverers and the sands that had faded rise up like the tide around him. The stallion leaps to meet them, landing on solid earth once again, and he thinks just maybe the shining gift is a little closer.
His broad head moves side to side, looking over those left to see if they are going to leave or stay. The thought of abandoning the group crosses his mind, but before he has time to decide if he should back away a sound like falling snow cases him to look forward again. There, suspended and glittering, is his gift.
His heart skips a beat as his silver eyes reflect its light, and without thought, he steps towards it. His attention is absorbed by its beauty, and it isn't until he has taken very many steps that he realizes he is not getting any closer. His look of awe changes to one of confusion, then frustration.
The world seems to darken then and the beach stretches impossibly long. The other horses seem to fade away and the sands narrow until he is walking on a long, pale beam - it is only a hoof-width wide, and his steps grow cautious and wobbly. The beam slices through a dark void, and at the very end, miles away, floats his gift.
From the void on either side of him, hands reach up - vaporous and ever-changing. They reach for him, and he flinches, wanting to shy but having nowhere to go but forward. He picks up his stride as quick as he dares, as the first hand swipes at his hocks. He pulls his leg forward just in time, and it passes, contactless, with a hiss. Another and another reach for him and he can not avoid them; his path can only be straight. Fingers reach for his front leg closing around his cannon bone - he gives a cry and a leap forward. But the clasping fingers are as light as mist, and though they wrap around his leg, they swirl away as he moves. His heart steadies then, and his walk on the beam steadies. Another hand appears before him, lager than the rest, and commanding him to stop with an open palm.
With a lowered head and flattened ears, he walks right through it. With this defiance the beam waverers and the sands that had faded rise up like the tide around him. The stallion leaps to meet them, landing on solid earth once again, and he thinks just maybe the shining gift is a little closer.
