10-01-2016, 07:57 PM
To them, the Mountain took.
Both of them focus all their attention upon Sunday, eager to hear her speak.
Spear & Spark
(They’ve never seen fairies, to be honest. Their minds though, could easily conjure them up out of imagination and stardust.)
So the Mountain took, and neither of them missed a thing.
They were born plain and they’d most likely go to their graves the same way - as plain as any day could be, and neither of them begrudged their lot in life for this. Besides, they were twins, and they each had one red eye to make the question of their parentage undeniable. To them, they were not as plain as they seemed for all that they were just ordinary horses.
Others though, could never be as simple and happy as they were.
Others griped and moaned, and eventually thought themselves deserving of the Mountain’s time and attention. Few it seemed, were turned away and every day, they watched more and more come down with all the accoutrements of Before. They did not think nary a one of them learned a thing for their time as ordinary horses; no, they thought still selfish and concerned only with gaining back that which had been taken. Few realized these were still gifts given them at the time of conception, and that what is given can always be taken back.
They agreed with the bay mare;
It was the Mountain’s right - to take, to give back, to take again.
“Tephra, one of the first lands to come out of the mists.” Spark tells her; it has been home to them though not like the Tundra used to be. Spear is more curious about these Amazons that she mentions, and he grins before asking her about them. “What were they like, before all of this happened?” They’ve not yet heard that the Amazons are trying to rise again, that they’ve gained land and a new following but Spear is always curious about the history of things. As for Spark, she just likes stories.
Both of them focus all their attention upon Sunday, eager to hear her speak.