09-02-2016, 07:44 PM
It was all true. They were all in this new fresh hell together, for better or for worse. Though she was openly lamenting the loss of her voice, she sympathized greatly with Eight. He had been invincible before, all consuming and terrifying in his own right. Now, he was as simple and mundane as the grass beneath their feet. So though she had been robbed of a voice, in the grand scheme of things, he had lost so much more.
She heard their voices all around; other horses, frightened and worried as they. Some alone and some in groups. For the most part, they discussed one thing; how to rebuild their lives. They would have to, ultimately. Somehow they would sift through the ashes and find the remnants of their lives and piece them back together. A good man once out Humpty Dumpty together (with patience and glue!) and he looked good as new.
A new voice broke her reverie, a voice she had been longing to hear. As her son racked his teeth across her neck she choked down a sob, leaning into his embrace willingly. He too seemed whole and unharmed, though she knew he would lose his other gifts the moment they left. "Underwood...thank God." she said, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to his dun-colored neck. When the moment passed she steeled herself, swallowing hard and drowning unshed tears in resolve. "You're both right. Pissing and moaning never did anyone any good. Our friends need us." It fely odd, that word friend. But in this moment, in the here and now, that is what they were.
She heard their voices all around; other horses, frightened and worried as they. Some alone and some in groups. For the most part, they discussed one thing; how to rebuild their lives. They would have to, ultimately. Somehow they would sift through the ashes and find the remnants of their lives and piece them back together. A good man once out Humpty Dumpty together (with patience and glue!) and he looked good as new.
A new voice broke her reverie, a voice she had been longing to hear. As her son racked his teeth across her neck she choked down a sob, leaning into his embrace willingly. He too seemed whole and unharmed, though she knew he would lose his other gifts the moment they left. "Underwood...thank God." she said, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to his dun-colored neck. When the moment passed she steeled herself, swallowing hard and drowning unshed tears in resolve. "You're both right. Pissing and moaning never did anyone any good. Our friends need us." It fely odd, that word friend. But in this moment, in the here and now, that is what they were.