06-08-2017, 06:46 PM
the incense that sun on prairie offers to sky
Spark could tell that ke knew she was there, trailing after him.
It showed in the way one of his ears flicked back to pick up the dull thud of her hooves on the ground as she shadowed him, though few shadows are as pale as she and almost flickering because the fire crested over her flesh like a wave, a reminder that it was constant, and there. She tamped it down, pushed it back beneath her skin until it moved back into her bones, marrow-deep and hot, pulsing like a second set of veins that made her itch and burn. Spark could tell too, that he never hurried up or stopped - kept to the same slow amble that allowed her to come alongside of him just enough for him to become even more aware that the shadow was not only that, but a small mare, just her - Spark.
He seemed a little shocked by her initial assessment of him, but she made no apology for it but he catches her by surprise when he stops and turns to her, regards her with those green eyes that seemed no different than the grass waving against their legs. Her stance mirrors his, and the wind that blows across his face also blows across hers but she is used to it - used to looking through strands of black mane that tumble down her long nose. She regards him as much as he does her; to anyone else, it appears that they are in a standoff but nothing could be farther from the truth. He grunted and snorted, made a lot of noise but said nothing at all and she almost mistook him for a mute until he spoke.
Hmm, she mused silently to herself as he questioned who she was in a drawl that others might have found charming. Who are you? Good question, as she has often asked herself that very same thing but received no answer - not from the ears of deaf gods or the cold cold stars themselves. Only the wind bothered to answer her and that was only to shout her own question back at her, who are you who are you who are you? She realizes that he has lowered his head to her level, to look eye to eye with her. His head seemed bigger up close, draft influence she supposed, like her brother and her father but so unlike her, as diminutive as she now felt in his presence.
He made her small, or made her realize her smallness more keenly and the fire licked along her bones in a thrilling whisper as he seemed far too close to touch, promising to burn him if he did… “My name is Spark.” she says, choking back the flames that crawl up her throat longing to burn the skin up to ash and free her new elemental self but she swallows it back down, pushing it into the hot pit of her stomach as her mismatched eyes stare at him. She saw his ears pin back as the wind whipped up around them before she saw the thin silvery threads of scars that danced up and down his skin. One thing she never did was pry and she did not ask him how he came by those scars of his, even if she was more than mildly curious about them.
“But the question now is, who are you?”
There is a hint of laughter in her voice as she asks him, and a curl of a sly smile about her lips.Spark