Let me apologize to begin with...
My short life has been eventful to say the least. Not my birth, mother is old hat at that by now. But the discovery of my, er, ability, for lack of a better word, had been, well, interesting.
For one, I almost started mother on fire. She hadn't been too pleased by that. And then I did actually start the little clearing on fire. I didn't mean to, it just kind of… happened. And, unfortunately, since then, it hasn't been much better.
Finally mom just decided she had had enough. So, here I am, watching her walk off in the distance. She said she loved me. I cling to that little bit of comfort as she disappears (even if she had ended with ‘but you are your father's problem now’. I can just pretend that never happened, right?).
I shiver in the cold. It's almost summer, but the ice wall sends a great, chilly shadow over the land. On top of that, it's just darn cold. And my coat had already been shortening as it prepares for summer.
I am a rather uninspiring bay color (at least when compared to my admittedly beautiful mother) with four white socks and a white blaze decorating my face. I have the gangliness of youth still, but mother says I take after my father. I'll be tall, I suppose. I already am. And big. It's hard to hide, even as young as I am.
Still, that doesn't help me now. It's just bloody cold. As I move forward, my step is hesitant. I have no idea what is beyond that small opening in that rather intimidating wall. Just then, a sudden hiss above me causes me to flinch reflexively.
Damn, I know what that means. Sure enough, moments later, a sharp rat-a-tat-tat sounds. I glance up to see several glowing embers sizzling against the ice that makes up the wall.
Well, on the bright side, ice doesn't burn.
Moment
accident-prone son of Offspring and Lirren