07-16-2017, 12:05 PM
Quark didn’t recognize the approaching mare at first. One, the girl was much bigger than the last time she’d laid eyes on her. And two, she’d never seen one of her bloodline without the great thrumming vibrating clinging bonds that pulled on her heart and her soul like overpowered magnets. She tilted her head and studied the almost-stranger, eyes flashing reptilian again, cool and only idly curious.
“Furia,” she said slowly, as the pattern of her coat and the color of her eyes clicked in the vast reservoir of her memories, distant and stripped of emotion but still clear as crystal exposed to the sun for the first time. “You’re alive.” Calm, matter of fact, as though she was discussing the color of the leaves or the shape of a cloud floating overhead. What else was there to say? Congratulations? Shrugging, Quark turned and picked her way along the riverbank until she could reach the water to get a drink.
Ah, yes, there, excellent. She lowered her head to the water’s surface, drinking deep of the cool, refreshing water. Well that was one thing this place didn’t fuck up, at least, the water was good. Tasted like childhood, with a sweet little aftertaste of the blood of the fallen that had drenched the ground for so long. Newly made or no, that wasn’t something that just vanished into the ether. Especially not if the world had left the Meadow intact; Quark had a fair few memories of bloodshed from that one place alone.
Tasted good.
She raised her head again, taking a deep breath and angling her head to stretch the muscles along her neck, no longer accustomed to this shape--and her gaze fell once again on the spotted girl. “Oh. You’re still here. What?”
“Furia,” she said slowly, as the pattern of her coat and the color of her eyes clicked in the vast reservoir of her memories, distant and stripped of emotion but still clear as crystal exposed to the sun for the first time. “You’re alive.” Calm, matter of fact, as though she was discussing the color of the leaves or the shape of a cloud floating overhead. What else was there to say? Congratulations? Shrugging, Quark turned and picked her way along the riverbank until she could reach the water to get a drink.
Ah, yes, there, excellent. She lowered her head to the water’s surface, drinking deep of the cool, refreshing water. Well that was one thing this place didn’t fuck up, at least, the water was good. Tasted like childhood, with a sweet little aftertaste of the blood of the fallen that had drenched the ground for so long. Newly made or no, that wasn’t something that just vanished into the ether. Especially not if the world had left the Meadow intact; Quark had a fair few memories of bloodshed from that one place alone.
Tasted good.
She raised her head again, taking a deep breath and angling her head to stretch the muscles along her neck, no longer accustomed to this shape--and her gaze fell once again on the spotted girl. “Oh. You’re still here. What?”