Novel
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
She is odd, even if she does not yet know it. With her rainbow of hues and aptitude for the avian, it is entirely undeniable. She is different. Unique and alone. Certainly there are others with gifts similar to hers, but none quite the same. Perhaps this young colt is correct in his wariness of her.
But to her, to the oddly colored raven shifting filly, he is the odd one. He, with his roan coat, gangly, horse body, and distinct lack of anything out of the ordinary, is different and strange. And she, ever like the raven, even in her equine form, is as curious as if she had spotted something sparkling in the sand.
And so, with complete disregard for appropriate behavior or modesty, she steps nearer to inspect him more closely. Her small, pale muzzle reaches out to nibble curiously at his shoulder, a shoulder whose color matches her own precisely.
His answer to her rather abrupt question intrigues her as much as his speckled red coat does. ”Really? Have you found anything interesting yet?” Her breath huffs warmly into his knobby shoulder in complete disregard for proper etiquette. Never mind the fact that she is probably the most interesting thing he has encountered so far. That thought had not even occurred to her.
His next question brings her up short, causing her to withdraw slightly as her dark gaze turns to find his. ”I live here,” she says, looking at him as though it should have been obvious.
In all honesty, she lives wherever she pleases. Most horses will not pause to notice if a small, innocuous raven has taken up residence in their tree.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before.