09-03-2016, 05:24 AM
If the earth burned; they would dance amongst embers and ash.
But the earth trembled, shook, swallowed up all that they had ever known - Tundra, mother, life as they knew it.
Inattentive, they fare better than most if only because they never had anything to miss in the first place.
They only had each other.
He smells of a place they’ve never been too, and they’ve been far in their early travels. Travels that are now confined mostly to the base of the Mountain, and the meadow and the forest. They know the meadow and the forest better than most, having spent a lot of their days in either one, trying to make friends and the like. Mostly, he just smells of loss and it saddens their hearts - they are too over-glad to be greatly affected by all that has transpired in a matter of hours, in the change of night to day and back to night again.
The pain and anxiety is palpable in his voice, and it moves Spark - the black-capped pale filly, to run her little nose along his side. It is all the comfort she can bring him because she cannot bring him anything else - not the very essence of his being that is stricken by the blight of loss for too many things, and she feels a terrible ache in her gut that so many are so lost, like him. She smiles up at him as he asks his question, “Wherever our father goes.” Because frankly, it was that easy. Spear though, thinks it may not quite be as easy as that. “We follow him, but it seems few have any idea on where to go in the first place. Everything is..." he pauses, looking out around them, suddenly the more serious of the two when usually Spark is the solemn one. “Changed.” he finishes lamely.
But the earth trembled, shook, swallowed up all that they had ever known - Tundra, mother, life as they knew it.
Inattentive, they fare better than most if only because they never had anything to miss in the first place.
They only had each other.
He smells of a place they’ve never been too, and they’ve been far in their early travels. Travels that are now confined mostly to the base of the Mountain, and the meadow and the forest. They know the meadow and the forest better than most, having spent a lot of their days in either one, trying to make friends and the like. Mostly, he just smells of loss and it saddens their hearts - they are too over-glad to be greatly affected by all that has transpired in a matter of hours, in the change of night to day and back to night again.
The pain and anxiety is palpable in his voice, and it moves Spark - the black-capped pale filly, to run her little nose along his side. It is all the comfort she can bring him because she cannot bring him anything else - not the very essence of his being that is stricken by the blight of loss for too many things, and she feels a terrible ache in her gut that so many are so lost, like him. She smiles up at him as he asks his question, “Wherever our father goes.” Because frankly, it was that easy. Spear though, thinks it may not quite be as easy as that. “We follow him, but it seems few have any idea on where to go in the first place. Everything is..." he pauses, looking out around them, suddenly the more serious of the two when usually Spark is the solemn one. “Changed.” he finishes lamely.