10-01-2016, 08:42 PM
Spark is amazed!
“Are you okay?” she asks him, concern evident in the way she looks him over and pokes her little muzzle into the nooks and crannies of his starless skin. It doesn’t occur to her that he doesn’t light up with a thousand tiny constellations, that his skin is dim and dark as any other horse’s skin is. Spark is too happy to see him, to sad to see that he is all beat up from his rough and tumble moments through time and space and the Mountain shaking everything up.
ooc: I'm sorry this took so long! I love you and it was absolutely perfect and fits into any timeline of theirs. <333
Spear & Spark
She can hardly look away from the exquisite way he regales her with his starlight manipulation; it is too much! Much too much for her, and she shuts her lips against a sigh, shuts her eyes against the quiet flare of it. How lonely it must be to belong to the stars, to make them dance and sing along your skin but never really be able to dance or sing amongst them in bodies as fleshy and tethered to the earth as theirs’ are. How terribly lonely, she thinks he must be. Bright and burning, a lone bastion of starlight in the dark that Spark - of all creatures, big and small - has gravitated to.
On a cellular level she is most likely nothing more than grass and blood, wind and bone, water and molecule. Maybe she is stardust and prayer, smoke and song, or the breath of some god blown into a handful of clay that some ancestor of hers’ came galloping out of. She is hoofbeat and heart - a spark, of something that has yet to be determined unlike him, who is made of the veritable star stuff that so many others spend so much time looking at.
(Spark can never look at the stars the same now, for having seen them swirl around his skin.)
He says her name like there is more of a sentence to come and she is left hanging on the edge of it, her ears forward and her eyes fever-bright as the earth jerks beneath them, slides and shakes, and the last thing she hears is the sound of her name from his lips in a shout --
Spear.
Spark.
They find each other, inseparable as always.
She begs for separation in quiet ways that are too subtle for her brother to understand; he is too busy being bored by her constant forays into meadow and forest, always looking but for what, she never tells him. It is the first time that Spark has kept a secret from him. Spear will always remember this, the way her face was sometimes pinched together in a frown or drawn with worry, and the way she almost always mumbled a word he could never quite make out but the feeling in her speech left him angry, hurt even. They took to bickering, which was uncommon for the two of them - they never raised their voices to one another in anger, maybe in shouts of play but never as they did now. He longed for explorations further abroad, and she longed for starlight in the dark on skin like fields browned beneath a summer sun. Neither could explain to the other that they were growing up and growing apart in some ways.
Time gathers them to its breast, pushes them away into the biting cold of a season familiar to them - Winter.
Spark is still the same - small, just not made sleek by summer.
She is all furry again, but it somehow becoming on her - a little wild, a little woolly, but wholly Spark.
Most of all, Spark is separate -
So she goes back to the beginning, in hopes of finding him because she needs a familiar face. Really, she needs him, starlight or not, she needs him and she cannot fathom why except that he is integral to her being. How that happened, she still is not sure but she trusts her gut - it has never lead her astray before! She is walking, thinking the slow pace is best to allow her to swing her head to and fro in search of him… her name is a sharp crack of sound, of cold and air in collision and she turns toward it before she has even formed a thought in her head - Giver!
His name is a bell that tolls from her happy lips, “GIVER!”
The expression on her face is one of glad disbelief as if she did not think it could ever be this easy for them to find each other again. She skips happily to his side, not any taller than before, still small and spry but certainly a little more plump and curvy than before - it is just hidden by all the thick shaggy horsehair that adorns her, as she pushes her nose firmly against his, inhaling his smell as if she has never breathed so deeply or longly before in her life. “Giver,” she says more quietly, rubbing her cheek against his dirtied neck. Spark pulls back long enough to look him over and he looks worse for the wear, and she has to wonder how badly the Mountain shook him before giving him back to her.
“Are you okay?” she asks him, concern evident in the way she looks him over and pokes her little muzzle into the nooks and crannies of his starless skin. It doesn’t occur to her that he doesn’t light up with a thousand tiny constellations, that his skin is dim and dark as any other horse’s skin is. Spark is too happy to see him, to sad to see that he is all beat up from his rough and tumble moments through time and space and the Mountain shaking everything up.
ooc: I'm sorry this took so long! I love you and it was absolutely perfect and fits into any timeline of theirs. <333