Ea
04-07-2015, 06:03 PM
It begins like this.
Or, really, it has already begun – years and years before Ea, before her mother and her grandmother, hundreds of years ago. There is history in her blood and when she is born, she becomes a part of history. Queens were born here, perhaps exactly here. Perhaps she is one of them.
Her first memories are of looking up at the hairless, flame colored mare with recognition: this is my mother. And then, Ea. This is my name. I am magnificent. I am fire.
She is fire: she can already feel it in her bones and in her blood, spreading through her veins and sparking a fire in her heart. I am magnificent.
After some encouragement the fire-girl stands, all legs, spindly and awkward. She sidles up to her mother, nursing briefly before moving away to learn her legs. Ea is independent from birth, much like her mother was, and does not remain at Scorch’s side for long. She already knows, somehow, that her mother is important and therefore, she is important too, and unafraid. She owns this place – this hot, sticky, lush jungle – wherever this place is.
When she is done with her brief exploration, she returns to lie down next to her mother, exhausted. “Mother, I’m tired,” she states, sprawling herself out. “Is there something we need to do today or can I go to sleep?” She was precocious, to be sure.
Or, really, it has already begun – years and years before Ea, before her mother and her grandmother, hundreds of years ago. There is history in her blood and when she is born, she becomes a part of history. Queens were born here, perhaps exactly here. Perhaps she is one of them.
Her first memories are of looking up at the hairless, flame colored mare with recognition: this is my mother. And then, Ea. This is my name. I am magnificent. I am fire.
She is fire: she can already feel it in her bones and in her blood, spreading through her veins and sparking a fire in her heart. I am magnificent.
After some encouragement the fire-girl stands, all legs, spindly and awkward. She sidles up to her mother, nursing briefly before moving away to learn her legs. Ea is independent from birth, much like her mother was, and does not remain at Scorch’s side for long. She already knows, somehow, that her mother is important and therefore, she is important too, and unafraid. She owns this place – this hot, sticky, lush jungle – wherever this place is.
When she is done with her brief exploration, she returns to lie down next to her mother, exhausted. “Mother, I’m tired,” she states, sprawling herself out. “Is there something we need to do today or can I go to sleep?” She was precocious, to be sure.
[oh my god, I am so sorry. lmao.]