06-15-2017, 10:02 PM
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
He itched his barrel and muscular flank against the birch tree more than once, causing the whole thing to shake and shed a few green leaves onto his back. The shade was preferred to standing out in the open, something he had not done since leaving the hills. He kept to his sister’s pale side or the shadowy parts of places that offered him respite from sunlight and thinking. Thinking only lead him down a path of remembering that made it difficult for him to walk or forget how to feel all the things he had felt, like love’s first touch across his heart.
Of course he smelled her long before his mismatched eyes landed upon her painted shape for all that her step was quiet and light. Any stallion worth his salt would have smelled her approach before he heard it, and Spear snorted softly as she spoke. He might have scoffed if Spark had said such a thing, only because his sister would have most likely been sarcastic as she said it since she often was nowadays. “If I stand beneath the branch then I have to do all the work,” he replied with a hint of a grin on his lips. “Or I could just ask you to use your teeth…” he muses, looking her over for a moment before stretching out his neck to breathe her scent in.
Spear found himself sighing aloud.
No, thinking much never did him any good. It was easier to be a complete beast, dumb and laboring through the usual things of scratching itches and grazing until his stomach complained of fullness rather than starvation. He deluded himself into thinking that was why he was in the birch’s shade instead of cooling his feet in the glorious river that ran not far off from where he stood, half-hidden until every time the tree shook from his scratching. It never occurred to him that this would leave him open to curious questioning looks and the potential for company, but then this is the meadow and do not all who come here find themselves inevitably in search of something?
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