08-29-2017, 07:37 PM
Neither of them tears their eyes off of the pale mare in the sea.
She is beautiful to look at, but the tide concerns them as it changes and the waves suck at her pale breast. It is possible that she is sinking but neither Iron nor Wine thinks that is the case, she appears to be adrift like some strange beast the sea has taken a liking to it. The waves look to be lifting her up then tugging her back down in a gravitational pull that is as old as the earth itself that the twins stand upon, but neither of them is certain. How can they be? This is all too strange for them to comprehend aside from the fact that their mother taught them about the tides and their concern for the mare being so far is tantamount to little else in their small brains.
Wine’s ears flick first to the sound of sand sucking at hooves, and her eyes follow suit to fix upon the large shape of a bay stallion as he comes from the night and the sulfur-smoke of Tephra’s inner heart. He is impressive, and his fixation upon the pale mare is apparent upon the features of his strong face. She turns to nudge her brother who follows her as the stallion offers a nod to them and calls out to the mare in the water. They learn that she has a name and that he knows her, and that seems enough for them for the moment as they watch, curious to see what happens next - -
Iron and Wine know nothing of heartsickness.
They did not know that this is what she might be suffering from; or that she had strange desires to drink the sea until it filled her up and changed her. Could she be like them in some form or another? Iron and Wine shared a look between each other and their eyes glowed green and became more feline for the briefest minute before becoming wholly normal again as they looked back out to where the mare lifted her head above the waves. It seemed then that she noticed them first, and fought the tide to step bedraggled and tired from the sea onto the shore, mustering a smile just for them.
“We live in a cavern by the sea with our mother and father.” piped up Wine in a girlish tone. She looked much like her twin brother, same size and shape – few things set them apart at the moment, except their voices and their coloration. “Are you okay?” asks Iron, from his sister’s side, noticing for the first time that something seemed off about the mare’s eyes… neither of them had encountered a blind horse before, it elicited fascination from their little beating hearts as they thought to come close and touch her with their whiskery little noses but something about the sternness in the big stallion’s voice kept them where they were.