I have three eyes
Of course it never occurs to Eyas that there might be horses outside of a herd mentality. She knows the common word for them: Nomads; her father often denotes the phrase as if were dirty. For herself there’s always been laughter and love, piles of feathers and sweet kisses from two parents who defy Beqanna statistical odds of being together and monogamous. She’s too young and too rose-colored right now, only just beginning to understand the deeper parts of herself that’ll someday allow her to see through another’s eyes.
But Catcher isn’t the dirty picture Eyas had painted in her mind of a loner. To her it makes more sense that this young unicorn, who giggles along with her and seems incredibly kind, has also come from a situation exactly like the one waiting for the winged girl back in Loess. She’s equal to - no, greater than the blue-tainted buckskin, saying things that resonate inside of her peer when Eyas answers back, “Oh I know what you mean. Mother shakes her head and mutters under her breath when my brother and I play the look-see game. We’re oddballs.”
There’s an obvious air of pride at being different. The look-see game was something she and Gale played since birth, something all their own that older triplet Tiercel couldn’t interfere in. Eyas or Gale would close their eyes, and whoever kept them open would send the vision to the blinded one and try to see if they could keep them in a straight line.
Of course, the fun in the game was imagining something not there, like removing a brittlebush from sight, then watching the blinded one stumble into prickly leaves and scratchy branches.
“It’s hilarious.” Eyas says after explaining all of this quickly to her new friend. “Except I got what momma calls ‘hot-headed’ and thought I could make it to the playground by myself, and now Gale won’t look-see me back and I don’t even know where I am. So yea, that’s how I got lost.”
She huffs, and the one long portion of her forelock (typically falling behind the curve of her right eye) flutters away from the breeze.
“Do you know how to get to Loess?” Eyas asks her companion, flicking her short tail and stamping her hind leg, “My wings, um… they’re not ready yet.”
two to look and one to see
@[Catcher] I got a strange Dora the Explorer vibe from my last few sentences