09-12-2016, 08:07 PM
Curiosity may be their downfall one day, but until then they bask in it as children are wont to do.
“I’m Spear and she’s Spark.” he talks, then she takes over again because her brother was never much for pleasantries. “It is a pleasure to meet you Sunday, you weren’t here in the Before were you?” She cannot help it, her curiosity rivals Spear’s and she asks the thing that has been burning in both their minds - why does she seem so mossy and out of touch with the earth as it is now?
Spear & Spark
They marvel up at her with bright eyes that are both black and red, testament to the mixed breeding of the stallion and the mare that made them. She doesn’t look a day older than either of their parents, even beneath the trappings of moss that cling to her. It makes them wonder in their minds, separate but the same, at all the things that she has seen or has her life been terribly short? One of them almost asks her about it but she is speaking first, and they mind their elders (sometimes).
“Probably,” they echo back to her, still as one.
They’ve heard the cries of those that look for loved ones; the anguish hurts their ears as much as it hurts their hearts. It seems not all came back as the Mountain did, and then there are the parts of others that were snatched up and taken back, that other horses throw tantrums over. They sputter and stamp their feet, as if that alone could make the Mountain pity them and give it all back. Others, they’ve heard, talk in gilded tongues of the things that god and land want to hear - they repent, and are granted reprieve from their normalcy. Spear and Spark are forever glad that the only strangeness to them is the red eye that each of them possesses.
“Not really,” says Spear.
“At us, mostly.” says Spark.
It is a generalization; she does not think the bay mare will think the twins themselves caused this. Impish and impetuous, they still could never cause the confusion and consternation of an entire thing that was both land and godlike being, could they? For a moment, they share a look of long consideration then dissolve into a mess of giggles before regaining control of themselves and turning their twinned gazes back to her. “She said we took and took, and deserved punishment for our greed. To punish us, she took in return.” That is what Spark has heard all the rest say on the matter, she pieced it together from the piecemeal of conversation that adults had thinking they, as children, could never comprehend.
“I’m Spear and she’s Spark.” he talks, then she takes over again because her brother was never much for pleasantries. “It is a pleasure to meet you Sunday, you weren’t here in the Before were you?” She cannot help it, her curiosity rivals Spear’s and she asks the thing that has been burning in both their minds - why does she seem so mossy and out of touch with the earth as it is now?