03-22-2016, 02:08 PM
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He’s always heard her voice, it seems, and so he assumes that she’s always heard his. It doesn’t occur to the boy that others wouldn’t be able to hear him, or that their thought-voices aren’t the real way of things. It is all Qatar knows. His little world of silence.
The beginning is a hungry blur, but the black and silver boy falls asleep for the first time, never knowing that his life will change the next time he wakes. Qatar dreams wild dreams, fraught with spice and sand and a red-tinged world. Then there is softness, and a thrumming sound that seems to overpower him, stretching from his belly to the tips of his ears and the bottom of his hooves. When his eyes flutter open again, he is surprised to feel something warm and soft curled up right against his chest. His dark eyes blink in confusion and turn to Ima, who is wrapping her wings around another mare. He is a tad jealous of that moment, but there is another situation at hand, and when Yael doesn’t give him immediate attention, he decides he must figure it out for himself. In the end, curiosity wins out over fear, and he noses the little fur ball with a tentative touch. What are you?
The tawny thing opens its eyes and glares up at Qatar. Its voice is child-like, and its response comes in half-formed, and with sibilant s’s. ”Ssssssssssh. Alek isss sssleeping,” it spits out, and closes its eyes until they are only slits, surrounded by black fur. Well. That still doesn’t answer the question. The boy snorts in frustration and hoists himself to his hooves, leaving the sleeping kitten curled up by itself on the cave floor. Ima? he says, heading over to her and the red mare. She laughs, and speaks aloud. “You be nice to xeem, Katar. Xe vill be your voice. So you can talk to more t’an me.” She gestures for the red mare to come forward and noses at her shoulder affectionately. “T’is ees Kabechet. She ees your older seester.”
Qatar, though unafraid of the woman with beautiful wings, is still very unsure of the whole voice thing and the older sister thing and moseys to his mother’s side, pressing himself into her wings. Ummm… Hi Kabechet. he thinks, and turns to nurse again. But Yael pokes his side and reminds him of what he cannot fully grasp yet. “Darleeng, she can’t xear you… you must use Alek to talk.”
Wait… what does she mean? They can’t hear him? He… They… Alek? Qatar’s eyes go wide and start to well up, as an infant’s does when they are frustrated. It is the end of the world. Over before it’s barely begun. And it isn’t fair!
Qatar
the little mute prince.
D: I don't even know what this is.