01-24-2019, 08:21 AM
The world unfurled slowly for Nazariy. He felt at once free and trapped with his companion, always a breath away from the fact that there was no truth to him. A stallion built on lies and fallacies, clinging to whatever scraps he could scrounge for himself. He took to keeping quiet, willing to listen to anything Alvorr said in their journey. He kept half his attention on the scenery and half his attention on everything his traveling companion said. He wanted to know everything about this place, he wanted to know the sights and the scents and the earth beneath his feet; the way it went from the lush grasses of the field to the hardy greens of Nerine.
Nerine. The word tasted like green under his tongue. He couldn't imagine it as a real place, he could only find it within him to imagine it as a type of fantasy, a story passed from mother to foal. He kept waiting for the punch line, to come across some sort of ruin or emptiness. Even if that was to be the case, he found joy in the changing scenery; of pasture to woodland to a place where saltwater stung his nostrils from miles away.
His heart caught in his throat at the sight of the land opening before him. There was not much foliage, only open space. Both handy and worrisome, if a predator were to come after them. The grass was short and cropped, barely fitting beyond his teeth. No doubt there had been hundreds of horses before them, and the memory of them spoke here.
But it was the sky that caught him- thick and large, seeming to bend over them uninterrupted, like a large blue dome.
He looked at Alvorr, his body slightly frozen. "Is this why you travel?" his voice was quiet.
Nerine. The word tasted like green under his tongue. He couldn't imagine it as a real place, he could only find it within him to imagine it as a type of fantasy, a story passed from mother to foal. He kept waiting for the punch line, to come across some sort of ruin or emptiness. Even if that was to be the case, he found joy in the changing scenery; of pasture to woodland to a place where saltwater stung his nostrils from miles away.
His heart caught in his throat at the sight of the land opening before him. There was not much foliage, only open space. Both handy and worrisome, if a predator were to come after them. The grass was short and cropped, barely fitting beyond his teeth. No doubt there had been hundreds of horses before them, and the memory of them spoke here.
But it was the sky that caught him- thick and large, seeming to bend over them uninterrupted, like a large blue dome.
He looked at Alvorr, his body slightly frozen. "Is this why you travel?" his voice was quiet.