Circinae
My god the change of scenery was refreshing. Everywhere there’d been sand and enough siennas, ochres, and rusts to make you go colorblind. I’d almost forgotten just exactly what blue could look like, or how many greens there actually were. But I know better. There’s blue in the ice, green in the needles of the trees I never knew existed, that pale, pale grey of the sky that haunts me as I make my way easily into the Field for the first time. I know colors because I am color: a deep, rich, haunting green like the echoes of a silent forest with soft, warm, dark blue to trim my neck and spill out over my hind legs. Even my quaint hooves are pops of inky navy over bright white as they break through the upper crest of leftover winter snow.
My life is a contradiction.
Born in the hot sands, but with a gift that relies on water. Half predator, half prey. Once magic, now I am nothing but flesh and blood. Up until this point, I have only lived one life. One short, wholly uneventful life. And now? Now I begin a new one. It dawns on me that I’ve failed in asking the right questions of my parents before traveling to this place. Again, I remind myself, they couldn’t answer them anyways. I’m blessed (I suppose) that I even had parents around to talk to. Whereas so many others have had only one, or perhaps even none at all. I’m ignorant, fresh - and it shows as apprehension on the slender lines of my face.
I can only hope they won’t devour me whole.
The Wolf of Water
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