09-03-2016, 08:08 AM
Before;
That is how they think of everything now, how everyone does.
They came into the Now (they have no other name for it!) from the Before;
It is like a second birth, rushing through a big dark tunnel that spat them back out. It might have been a big animal throat connected to a big animal mouth, or a vortex of time and space - they're not sure yet, but it was one and the same to them.
Their mother is… well, they suppose somewhere on the mountain. Father is in the meadow gathering horses to him, and they - they are forever exploring. That is how they've come upon her; manes and tails blowing about their heads and legs, still shaggy as dogs. They will lose their thick winter pelts soon enough; their hair will fall out in clumps caught by the wind and blown away into forever.
She asks where they came from before all this happened; they share a look between them and Spark, the filly, says “From the Tundra.” Spear doesnt stay quiet for long, piping up with “Where did you come from?”
That is how they think of everything now, how everyone does.
They came into the Now (they have no other name for it!) from the Before;
It is like a second birth, rushing through a big dark tunnel that spat them back out. It might have been a big animal throat connected to a big animal mouth, or a vortex of time and space - they're not sure yet, but it was one and the same to them.
Their mother is… well, they suppose somewhere on the mountain. Father is in the meadow gathering horses to him, and they - they are forever exploring. That is how they've come upon her; manes and tails blowing about their heads and legs, still shaggy as dogs. They will lose their thick winter pelts soon enough; their hair will fall out in clumps caught by the wind and blown away into forever.
She asks where they came from before all this happened; they share a look between them and Spark, the filly, says “From the Tundra.” Spear doesnt stay quiet for long, piping up with “Where did you come from?”