love as thou wilt
The world is so very big, and I am so very confident that every inch of it is mine.
I don't own it. Who could do that? But it is mine to discover and enchant and love. It beats within my veins, causing a restlessness I am too young yet to satisfy. And as of yet, it is only a subtle thing. Someday the urge will stretch and grow and I will cause my mother and my brother no end of anxiety for my well being. And then I will smile at them, full of charm, and they will love me in spite of my wanderings.
My mother is the first one I meet. She smells of this place, of home and the air and a faint hint of earthiness. Her wings fascinate me, but I am not afraid. They are already a source of amusement to me and my mother indulges me. Someday I will learn that she believes I am only half the trouble my brother was. She gathers me in with her feathers and speaks to me softly, her voice a rumble in her chest.
In contrast to her gentle tones, a startling voice makes itself known. I peek out from under my mother where I have been busily nursing. My eyes widen and I am instantly curious. I step forward on cautious legs and sniff the nose that is offered to me.
"He's so big, mama! Is he mine?" I squeak out, my dark eyes glowing. I am too young to notice that we look more alike than my mother and I ever will.
I shake my head at his silliness. "I am not a Peanut. My name is Namaah, and what am I to call you?" I give him an overly serious, musing look. "If you want to share mama, then you have to tell me who you are so I can approve. Mama is very picky you know."
I say this with all the wisdom of the hours I have lived, the beginning of a smile on my face. I like this big, noisy creature.
"What's a heartbreaker?" I pipe up suddenly, looking from the gray stallion to my mother. It sounds dangerous and exciting and I wonder if I will be any good at it.