Let me apologize to begin with...
I don’t mean to scare anybody with it. Really, truly, I don’t. But sometimes they get scared anyways. Mother wasn’t scared at least. Just irritated. She could protect herself with her starlight. The thought of that hollows out my belly, leaving me feeling rather empty. If only I had gotten Mom’s starlight instead. That would have been so much better. It’s so pretty, and it doesn’t accidentally start things on fire.
I mean, falling stars are nice and all, but they are rather alarming when you see them for the first time. Or really any time thereafter. No one wants to be hit by a burning rock, least of all me. I’m still growing back hair on my rump where I had accidentally dropped one on myself. That was when I had discovered that if I try really hard, like really, really concentrate, I can kinda sorta avoid hitting things. Well, important things at least. Like myself. And other horses.
Did I mention yet how much it is just not appreciated?
In any case, it comes as no surprise to me when the sudden appearance of a handful of falling stars attracts some attention. In this case a gray stallion who is on the smallish side. He’s taller than me still, but that probably wouldn’t last too long. When he sees me though, he slows down, demeanor shifting almost instantly.
He seems almost… cautious. It’s okay though, I’m used to it.
I try to smile at him, but it feels a little awkward. Hopefully it doesn’t look quite so stilted to the graying northern man. I’m not optimistic about that though.
”I’m Moment,” I say in response to his question. My voice is soft. It always is; soft and quiet and altogether unimpressive. Still, it’s my voice. It’s what I’ve got. ”My, uh, my mom dropped me off.” I stop then, not quite sure how to word my quandary. How do you tell someone your mom doesn’t want you around anymore?
”I guess that my dad lives here. That’s what mom said at least. Offspring? Do you know him?”
Moment
accident-prone son of Offspring and Lirren