10-01-2016, 07:43 PM
They share a look between them;
“That is the land our father petitioned the mountain for,” she explains cautiously, still not sure why Spear refuses to meet her eyes. Instead, he looks at his feet and rather glumly too, as if contemplating kicking a rock or two. He almost looks guilty - he’s never once thought of leaving his twin’s side but she seems content to go no farther than Tephra, the forest, or the meadow and that is beginning to bore him.
Spear & Spark
What do they know of birthlands and beginnings?
Only their own; only the place where permafrost meets grassy steppes and they only know of the Desert through the way the grit of that place clung to their mother’s fur like an ill-forgotten memory that they asked her about. She always answered them with faraway eyes and a sadness in her voice that made them look away from her, as if the things on her face were private and not meant to be seen by the two of them.
Their eyes slide back to her; ever to her --
They watch, and they wait, even as she blinks and shrugs and seems not to know.
“Only one - Tephra.” Spear says that, but there is something in his voice that makes even Spark look at him sharply. To her, it sounds like there is a hard bitter yearning in the way he talks back to the mare that makes her look at him differently from a moment longer than she should. He refuses to meet her eyes and that makes Spark nervous, her ears thread their way into the mix of bone white and inky black hair along the top of her head.
“That is the land our father petitioned the mountain for,” she explains cautiously, still not sure why Spear refuses to meet her eyes. Instead, he looks at his feet and rather glumly too, as if contemplating kicking a rock or two. He almost looks guilty - he’s never once thought of leaving his twin’s side but she seems content to go no farther than Tephra, the forest, or the meadow and that is beginning to bore him.
ooc: raene to woodrow! <3