08-30-2016, 07:53 PM
It is not long before a colt joins them; he is bright bay and speckled, and his eyes are gold like an eagle’s. They’ve know eagles, from racing their shadows on the snowy ground to staring up at their endless gyrations of flight in the sky above. Like them, he is bright and curious, and they welcome more company to the thicket and their tries to rouse the filly caught half asleep in their midst. They are unable to hide their smiles as he blurts his name out to them, and asks the filly why she’s sleeping still.
Spear & Spark
“He’s Spear,” says Spark, her eyes big and mismatched in the pale face beneath the black medicine cap.
“She’s Spark,” says Spear, his eyes also mismatched though his face is bay, as most of the rest of him not broken up by irregular patches of white.
Spark never took her eyes off the filly, could see how she was slowly gaining acceptance just by being quietly there. However, both the noisy colts startled the poor thing to action and she merely ended up standing splay-legged before them, her little sides heaving. Small herself, Spark took a slow step forward, blowing out in nice even breaths, offering her nose to the girl. “It’s okay, they won’t hurt you. They’re just boisterous boys,” she threw a smile over her pale shoulder at the two colts.
Spear rolled his eyes, one red and one black, at his sister; she was always trying to be someone’s savior and he, he just wanted to roughhouse and run around. He sidled up closer to the spotted colt. “Seems like she can’t talk either,” he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Zai to hear him. Spear trusted a little too much to the brotherhood of their sex, shared, unlike the two fillies that were entirely too quiet and boring for him.
“I heard that,” Spark called back over her shoulder, her eyes just like her brother’s - one black and one red, also rolled in annoyance. She knew Spear had made some kind of snarky comment, but she hadn’t really heard exactly what was said. At least not in the sense that she could not repeat it back to him word for word, not that he would ever ask her to - it was too easy for him to lord this over her, just another thing to engage in a friendly but heated debate over for them. The filly holds her attention, but she keeps an eye flicked back and focused on the colts. “Can you talk?” she asks gently.
Spear stamps his forehooves deeper into the dirt, “C’mon, the day is half over already!”
Clearly, he lacks the patience that Spark has.