03-12-2018, 09:26 AM
I am lying on my back, watching as the thick winter clouds blow across the sky. They make the most fantastic shapes. One looks like a fish, and that one there looks like a flying horse.
I blink, and it takes me a moment to realize that its not a cloud after all, but an actual flying horse.
Not Mother, I know, but rather Uncle Castile, probably soaring on the thermals that Mother has told me exist above the hills, in part due to the boiling springs.
For a while I watch him circling with the same mindless fascination with which I had been watching the clouds. He banks quickly though, disappearing behind the high hills, and I wonder if he has found something interesting. Checking to be sure Mother is not watching, I roll to my feet and head in the direction on the hills behind which the black and white pegasus had vanished.
It takes me quite a bit longer on foot, but I arrive just in time to hear someone say that they have brought me gifts. Gifts! I break through the underbrush (looking a bit windblown and out of breath) but the idea of gifts is quite exciting. Have I ever gotten a gift before?
"Hello!" I say to the strange, smiling widely before glancing up at Uncle Castile. He is getting shorter, I decide, or I am getting taller. I hope it is the latter. "I'm Lepis," I add for the stranger, who smells of warm water and flowers even in this chilly season.
I blink, and it takes me a moment to realize that its not a cloud after all, but an actual flying horse.
Not Mother, I know, but rather Uncle Castile, probably soaring on the thermals that Mother has told me exist above the hills, in part due to the boiling springs.
For a while I watch him circling with the same mindless fascination with which I had been watching the clouds. He banks quickly though, disappearing behind the high hills, and I wonder if he has found something interesting. Checking to be sure Mother is not watching, I roll to my feet and head in the direction on the hills behind which the black and white pegasus had vanished.
It takes me quite a bit longer on foot, but I arrive just in time to hear someone say that they have brought me gifts. Gifts! I break through the underbrush (looking a bit windblown and out of breath) but the idea of gifts is quite exciting. Have I ever gotten a gift before?
"Hello!" I say to the strange, smiling widely before glancing up at Uncle Castile. He is getting shorter, I decide, or I am getting taller. I hope it is the latter. "I'm Lepis," I add for the stranger, who smells of warm water and flowers even in this chilly season.
