07-22-2020, 02:52 PM
The older she became, the less she hung around her family. She still made sure to seek out her sister; the link that she shared with her was unbreakable, and that would never change. But the older she became, the less she was able to ignore the tension between her parents – the tension neither of them seemed to acknowledge. Desire often disappeared, sometimes for days at a time, but other times it was for weeks. Hourglass used to search for her, and she soon learned the places her mother liked to lurk.
She stopped looking for her after finding her with a kelpie-man one day. She does not think her mother noticed her, or if she did, she never once looked her way, and it was never brought up later. Hourglass had only seen her once since that day anyway, and the sight of her mother's obviously rounded barrel had left an uneasy feeling in her chest. After that, she had decided she didn't care if her mother came back or not. She hated the look on her father's face every time she left. She hated the way Thomas tried to pretend he was fine, like his daughters couldn't see the pain that clouded his eyes. Mostly, she hated the way her mother didn't seem to care how much she hurt them at all.
Today she is alone when she walks through the forest, lost in thoughts that are too heavy for a yearling to be having. She is wrapped up in herself enough that she does not notice the older colt until she has clearly entered his line of sight, and she blinks and stutters to a stop in surprise. But his attention is not on her at all; instead, he is staring intently at a hole in the ground, and almost immediately, her curiosity is piqued.
“What are we looking for?” She whispers as she comes alongside him, once again disregarding any sense of personal space or manners. Instead, she squints her lilac-colored eyes, focusing on the hole that was clearly the home of some kind of woodland creature.
I don’t believe that anybody
feels the way I do about you now
feels the way I do about you now
H O U R G L A S S
@[Roué]