04-01-2020, 09:11 AM
“It’s quiet tonight.” the ghostly pale mare speaks up, casting her eyes to a darkened horizon. The night is quiet save for the crickets and the breathing of two horses standing in the mossy black forest. Moonlight floods the hillsides and the sharp peaks in the distance while the stars hold their reluctant twinkle across the midnight blue blanket of the sky. There is no rustle to the leaves, the wind is still tonight, but the air is fresh still.
“It is.” Chem’s gritty voice rumbles from behind his daughter, letting his eyes settle on the same patch of land she’s observing. “I’m not sure I’m ready to go back to it.” He chuckles, half joking, but with a lick of seriousness, as all his jokes are. He nips her hip just to do it, slashing his tail for no good reason other than its fun to toss the thick wad around and make the ‘shwwshhsh’ sound. She responds with an ear pinning, but nothing more, she’s known the man her entire life and his behaviors are downright predictable to her for the most part. Right down to his uncontrollable bursts of roughness, or testosterone fits.
“We’ve been doing fuck all, you lazy bastard.” She laughs, not a joke, for certain this is her opinion. “And Let.” Her voice drops, her eyes closing tight as she sucks in a deep breath into her aching chest. Kota doesn’t expect a response from her father, but she knows he is anxious to see what some of his other children are doing…or if they’re alive. And Let, the special little granddaughter, she knows he would not deny wanting to know where she is.
So here they stand, in a small group of trees near the gushing river in the darkness. Soon they will roll forward, probably separate and find something to do until the next time they decide to slink away into hibernation. For now they are still, watching the moonlight roll through, listening.
so.
these guys are around....i guess
