[open] i've got some damn bad intentions | walter, anyone

[Spear + Spark]

Each of them is still thinking about the grass; about a story their mother told them one chilly night as they lay back to back against one another at her feet, their faces upturned and curious. Scalped had told them about their ancestors, how they run among the stars and sometimes, come down to run amongst the grass and the sound of them going by is the noise the wind and grass make together. But Djinni is speaking to them and they slide their eyes to one another and back to her;

She repeats the question that Spark had asked her, clearly puzzled by it as if she had never given it thought.

They cannot imagine what it is like to never think about any of their ties to anything - family, a land, one another. It makes her seem so terribly alone to them; grand, but alone. They almost crowd closer to her, especially as she takes a breath and admits that she misses it, and maybe more than they ever thought she could. They miss the Tundra, but not in the same way that she must miss the Deserts. Spear and Spark miss it in the way that it was simply always there, but they are embracing the way the mists waver than part and new paths appear that groups of horses go down before the mists swallow them up again.

(They are excited to play at the feet of a bubbling volcano and a big talking river that rushes around their legs.)

“Do you think it could still be out there?” That is Spear talking, because he has followed her gaze towards the shimmering mists, and he is truly curious - if she believes the Deserts or some piece of it is left out there, could the Tundra too, then be there somewhere? Spark nuzzles her brother, as if knowing his thoughts, - knowing, that he was ever the adventurous sort and keen to discover things,  much more keen than she was. Spark was curious too, in her own way - “What do you think of all these new lands?” First, a volcano then a forest and an island, and now more woods. The earth is remaking herself, and Spark is curious as to why - why were the old lands not good enough to remain?

Spear & Spark