09-02-2016, 08:02 PM
They are largely unmoved by the changes that have been cast into effect.
They never had anything but themselves and the red eye each of them has that marks them as his.
Others, they know, are not so fortunate - like their mother, but they can scent her around the base of the mountain and relief crawls slowly through their veins. She is safe, and that is all that matters to them. Even their father, whom they’ve found in the meadow, is changed - some spark has gone out of him, that elemental force that made him more fearsome to most than he already he is, and he has the normal heat of a horse now, so they’ve noticed.
Right now, they are bickering over the mountain’s origins.
“It’s just a mountain!” he shouts.
“No, it’s not!” she shouts back at him.
Their bickering becomes a shoving match, Spark throwing her smaller shoulder into her brother’s heftier side. She cannot quite topple him over, but she can upset his balance enough to cause him to misstep and she darts away from the oncoming nip he seeks to deliver to her pale haunch, but Spark is much too fleet of foot for him and his teeth close on air. He runs after her, clearly disadvantaged by his heavier size - he takes too much after their father, and she is lighter like their mother, and just as crafty as the old medicine hat mare is.
Their antics spill them right into the path of the big black stallion. He is large and dark, like their father. They almost mistake him for such, but the scent is not right and it is faintly familiar - oh! It’s the stallion that made all that noise in the evergreen copse in the field where the frightened black mare stood! They recognize him, maybe only slightly, but the faint recognition of him is there in their eyes - red and black, mismatched, bits of Offspring and Scalped in both of them. “Sure is different, huh?” Spear, the bay overo colt, is the first to break the silence that sits heavily between the three of them. Spark merely nods her head, her brother sure had a way with words and she can barely contain the chuckle that sits behind her tightly pressed lips.
They never had anything but themselves and the red eye each of them has that marks them as his.
Others, they know, are not so fortunate - like their mother, but they can scent her around the base of the mountain and relief crawls slowly through their veins. She is safe, and that is all that matters to them. Even their father, whom they’ve found in the meadow, is changed - some spark has gone out of him, that elemental force that made him more fearsome to most than he already he is, and he has the normal heat of a horse now, so they’ve noticed.
Right now, they are bickering over the mountain’s origins.
“It’s just a mountain!” he shouts.
“No, it’s not!” she shouts back at him.
Their bickering becomes a shoving match, Spark throwing her smaller shoulder into her brother’s heftier side. She cannot quite topple him over, but she can upset his balance enough to cause him to misstep and she darts away from the oncoming nip he seeks to deliver to her pale haunch, but Spark is much too fleet of foot for him and his teeth close on air. He runs after her, clearly disadvantaged by his heavier size - he takes too much after their father, and she is lighter like their mother, and just as crafty as the old medicine hat mare is.
Their antics spill them right into the path of the big black stallion. He is large and dark, like their father. They almost mistake him for such, but the scent is not right and it is faintly familiar - oh! It’s the stallion that made all that noise in the evergreen copse in the field where the frightened black mare stood! They recognize him, maybe only slightly, but the faint recognition of him is there in their eyes - red and black, mismatched, bits of Offspring and Scalped in both of them. “Sure is different, huh?” Spear, the bay overo colt, is the first to break the silence that sits heavily between the three of them. Spark merely nods her head, her brother sure had a way with words and she can barely contain the chuckle that sits behind her tightly pressed lips.