She is wild, reckless, and unchecked as a wild-fire across dry grassland, but she is not malicious. Not until she sees him. Then she is only a little wicked, or rather, only has one wicked little thought; a curiosity flaring up that no one had ever told it it was wrong to indulge. She is lucky that her mother is not near, she thinks, and that is the only hint that maybe the thought which pops into her head is one better left ignored.
"Sisters," her whisper is sharp and low, as she peers at the boy. "Look..."
Sky lights a flame, just a little one, and that flame splits into many. Like a swarm of angry bees the small, hard sparks buzz towards the strange boy who seems lost in his own thoughts. They are aimed to pelt him, to whip around his head and singe his hide, and she laughs a little at the idea. But when he seemingly lifts lava with magic, she gasps, and all the flames go out.
"Hey!" Her young voice is clear as it rings out from where she had stood half-hidden by a dip in the land and shoulder-high grasses. But she is moving forward at a trot now, suddenly thinking a conversation and some answers may be far more interesting than tormenting him until he cried.
"The lava listens to him," she muses to her identical sisters as she halts a few lengths from the colt. Her curious eyes study him even as her words trail off, leaving room for what she knows that Fire and Sun will have to say about such an interesting development.
"Sisters," her whisper is sharp and low, as she peers at the boy. "Look..."
Sky lights a flame, just a little one, and that flame splits into many. Like a swarm of angry bees the small, hard sparks buzz towards the strange boy who seems lost in his own thoughts. They are aimed to pelt him, to whip around his head and singe his hide, and she laughs a little at the idea. But when he seemingly lifts lava with magic, she gasps, and all the flames go out.
"Hey!" Her young voice is clear as it rings out from where she had stood half-hidden by a dip in the land and shoulder-high grasses. But she is moving forward at a trot now, suddenly thinking a conversation and some answers may be far more interesting than tormenting him until he cried.
"The lava listens to him," she muses to her identical sisters as she halts a few lengths from the colt. Her curious eyes study him even as her words trail off, leaving room for what she knows that Fire and Sun will have to say about such an interesting development.