05-18-2017, 08:31 PM
Mother is actually considering leaving him here.
How has he already reached an age to be weaned? To no longer require mother for survival? When he looks back over his shoulder, he sees his life flicker and disappear after a single blink. It happened so fast – too fast – but he isn’t quite so immature as to whine and worry. He has actually occupied himself lately, wandering the grassy hills and inching toward the reservoir. It ripples uneasily in front of his eyes, crooning for him to step in, but he hesitates. His hooves are nestled on the bank, the water groping for them. Swim, he tells himself, but he’s relieved to hear a distraction and to look away from his own reflection.
The voice halts him, stops him of breath for a heartbeat, and he glances up curiously with his mismatched eyes. ”Hello,” he says to no one in particular as he searches for someone, anyone. His nostrils flutter and his heart patters. This is a refuge for children; he is safe, right? In anticipation, his wings unfurl, but they prove useless as he glances over to the nearby shore of the lake and sees the other boy. The distance separating them dissipates with a casual walk, nonchalant in his greeting. ”Hello there,” in case the boy had not heard him the first time, ”I’m Castile.”
How has he already reached an age to be weaned? To no longer require mother for survival? When he looks back over his shoulder, he sees his life flicker and disappear after a single blink. It happened so fast – too fast – but he isn’t quite so immature as to whine and worry. He has actually occupied himself lately, wandering the grassy hills and inching toward the reservoir. It ripples uneasily in front of his eyes, crooning for him to step in, but he hesitates. His hooves are nestled on the bank, the water groping for them. Swim, he tells himself, but he’s relieved to hear a distraction and to look away from his own reflection.
The voice halts him, stops him of breath for a heartbeat, and he glances up curiously with his mismatched eyes. ”Hello,” he says to no one in particular as he searches for someone, anyone. His nostrils flutter and his heart patters. This is a refuge for children; he is safe, right? In anticipation, his wings unfurl, but they prove useless as he glances over to the nearby shore of the lake and sees the other boy. The distance separating them dissipates with a casual walk, nonchalant in his greeting. ”Hello there,” in case the boy had not heard him the first time, ”I’m Castile.”