Life is boring, the Gates are boring, this is in my mind a hands down fact. Nothing ever seemed to change, and when it did the disruption was so miniscule that it hardly caused a ripple in the fabric. Little and less of a crease in the Kingdom, let alone the whole of Beqanna. Stale and flat, that is what I think as I chew idly on the spring grasses. My thoughts were the exact opposite in regards to the food. That alone could be enough to keep any horse here. There was nothing in my opinion that could compare to the rich sweetness that somehow was absorbed in our fields. Maybe it was magic, maybe it was luck. I didn’t know either way, and it wasn’t something I wasted my life away thinking on.
My ears give little in the way of Sidra’s approach, but I am observant and that makes up for what little they detect anymore. Everything is becoming hushed whispers in my world, and I am irritated that it becomes harder and harder to keep this fact from the others. I don’t catch most of what she says, my ears swivel on my head as I strain to make out her sounds. going? The word ends in a question, the syllables I manage to read falling from her velvet mouth. I’m not the best lip reader in truth, but I am learning and I am trying. “Going?...” I let the question trail off, looking over the other growing girl. A memory of hide and seek whispers its way across my conscious, and I am filled with joy and longing. Everything seemed so much simpler when we were children and I have changed so much since then. Both in my appearance and my demeanor I think to myself, remembering just how little and dark I had been. How my coat hadn’t yet faded into patches of grey, how shy and meek I was, afraid of my own shadow. Nothing stays the same, I stand tall and lanky, still growing into my body. I always wonder when my growth will end, I know that it won’t last forever, but it threatens to prove me wrong. As silly as that sounds.
”I see you’ve not died after all.” I gripe, my mouth still full of grass. I don’t bother at all to chew and swallow before speaking, my eyes train themselves to her mouth again. Maybe I could make out more of the conversation the second go round.
