better left unsaid; ledger

[Spear + Spark]

the incense that sun on prairie offers to sky

Spark does not know how he came to be in her homeland, but she had glimpsed him at the diplomats’ meeting not long ago.

Not long ago, she had called upon her fire mimicry and shed her medicine hat skin for him to don the one of flame and she had never done that for anyone but herself or her twin brother. She had seen the doubt in his eye, the unwillingness to mention further his curse, and then… the question of what he had done to her and her confusion had been too much to bear. Spark had left him then, not knowing that he had not meant what had Giver done to her but someone else, someone from the stallion’s own terrible tragic past.

She seeks him out now, the slim small medicine hat mare and not that thing of fire incarnate that she had let him glimpse. Spark did not think she could bear another inquiry like that, not now - now that Giver is back and her heart spun itself in dizzying circles of both love and hate, each intoxicating the fire that burned in her veins until she had no thoughts but those of pure conflagration and saw fires burn in the backs of her eyes. She realizes now that he never meant a thing about Giver but someone else, and it is curiosity that picks at her with a dull thumbnail like trying to pick a scab off a wound.

Spark finds him and asks him, “Who did you mean when you asked if he had done that to me?” There is no hello, no friendly meeting of muzzles and shared breaths between them, only her blunt question as she stares at him, bold in her gaze and her little stance like she will not be brushed aside but demands his answer. She thinks he owes her that much, for the way he’d looked at her and moved that much closer to her when she burned hot and bright and meant to keep him away.

Spark