ARISE
Snakes among sweet flowers do creep
Sleep, sweet sleep. It is mostly that until the fires burn. Firelight laces up the valley borders, and Arise starts awake. They had nestled in the same copse since they had arrived, besides, that black guy with wings said they could stay. Well, he said they could eat, so he might as well have invited them to stay here.
She watches them grow, building forever on almost until they crest some unseen peak. She is too startled to move, frozen in place curled next to her brother. Lucky for them both they are not wandering to or from the kingdom tonight. Slowly her hummingbird heart eases, until it has reached somewhat normalcy, and then she can think. What a terrible reaction in truth, a dangerous one, but she is just a child still. She nudges Grice hoping to stir him, and when he does not she bites him smartly on the ear. "What do you suppose that means?" she gestures the flickering flames, fascinated by the way they change a multitude of colors. The light that reflected in her venom green eyes, made them seem ethereal.
Dunno..find out.. sleep and yawn punctuated words, but they are better than nothing, probably the best she can hope for right now. She spies a familiar black shape in the sky, steadily gains her legs, and she sets off. Well, wherever he was going had to be the right way right? He lived here, surely he would know what was going on. She can hear Grice stirring behind her, on his way to really waking and joining her. She keeps slow but steady pace, allowing time for him to catch up, to not completely lose her in the still unfamiliar parts.
She steps through the trees with caution, though she does not lack for confidence by stepping through at all. Her bravery is met with a gathering of multiple horses, all older than herself, all waiting and looking to a spotted male. That must be the leader, she thinks, Grice brushing against her dark side. She felt slight next to them all, still a yearling and growing, but they were both finely built. An obvious favoring to the Friesian breed, with well built, chiseled spanish-type heads. They had a bit of feathering as well, but overall were in between a robust baroque and a finer boned sport.
The words went on, she had never been to a meeting, of any kind. Didn’t know that horses would stop and converse at such lengths with each other, would make such a fanfare of it, but she liked it. Soon the stink of burning flesh filled her nostrils, turning her nose to wrinkles, yuck. She wasn’t sure if she would mess up her pretty face like that, perhaps she could convince the firey male to find a more discreet place, if or when her time came.