11-10-2020, 01:12 AM
Oren would be called quite a naive boy and everybody would be right in doing so. The still small bay roan bounces a little when he hears more tricks - it’s bound to be a good show then! - but then, poof! - it appears that he doesn’t get to see the others’ tricks after all.
He’s sent home, he thinks for a while, and starts to pout. While teleportation is a nice enough trick, it is rather a boring one to experience when all it does is take you home.
Oren outs a dramatic sigh, accompanied by an even more dramatic eye roll. His blue eyes change color for a bit, turning somewhat brown out of his boredom, but then he sighs and decides to tell his sister. At least the meeting of this strange creature is a scary enough story that she might be entertained in his place.
Oren has never been to the afterlife, and it takes him a moment to realise that he is not home. He doesn’t know where he is instead, but the places misses everything that makes life life, from the sound of the wind to the color of the normally much redder trees. There are no birds and squirrels around, and when he traces back in a circle, neither is mom.
Rosey is.
A sigh of relief escapes the gold-marked colt as he bounces towards her. He’s home after all! ”Rosey! Look what I -” but when Roselin turns to heed him, she has no eyes. ”Aah!” The colt stops, sliding to a half when his twin sister’s dark patches of shadow fall on him, subsequently followed by a toothy grin that’s not at all reminiscent of the kind that runs in their family - even if she’d had inherited sharp teeth.
His twin sister’s dark form then makes a move that Oren instinctively wishes to a avoid, immediately. He turns around on his heels and bolts, trying to avoid at all costs a bite by the lookalike of his twin. She would never do that! She can’t be real! But he doesn’t want to take the chance, and doesn’t dare to look around. What if she is his sister? What if she isn’t? He tries not to lose himself in imagination as he runs through the trees he ought to know by heart. Some seem to warp and change though, as if trying to trap him. When he comes around to a familiar spot, exhausted, he finally dares a glance backwards.
Gone. But where to? And where does he go now? He feels that staying in this place for too long is not preferable, feeling already how the greyness sort of grabs at him when he comes to a standstill. He can’t stay! Did the monster want to distract him so he would? Oh bugger! He’d fallen for it hadn’t he?
Chewing the inside of his mouth, Oren’s eyes dart left and right, then up. Stars! Momma always said to navigate by the North Star, so that’s what he’ll do. Though he can’t be sure if they are the same here, it is his only hope not to get swallowed by the everlasting emptiness, and so, he takes a deep breath and goes. There is no right way, but as long as he keeps going straight, he will eventually reach the edge of the forest.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t rely on the trees he thought he knew, he sees. Some are literally the same as the ones before, and more often than not it feels counterintuitive to keep going by the stars instead of following a path that he knows in real life would take him to the beach. But he knows he can’t trust his instincts in here, and so finally, finally, he makes it out.
There he finds the back of the dark creature, and he sighs in relief and disappointment. He hadn’t liked the trick, but if he was honest it had been a trick and a surprise and that’s what he’d asked for he supposes. Except for one thing. ”I didn’t even get to show you mine,” he mutters, more or less sulking than anything else at this point, too overwhelmed for anything else at his age.
He’s sent home, he thinks for a while, and starts to pout. While teleportation is a nice enough trick, it is rather a boring one to experience when all it does is take you home.
Oren outs a dramatic sigh, accompanied by an even more dramatic eye roll. His blue eyes change color for a bit, turning somewhat brown out of his boredom, but then he sighs and decides to tell his sister. At least the meeting of this strange creature is a scary enough story that she might be entertained in his place.
Oren has never been to the afterlife, and it takes him a moment to realise that he is not home. He doesn’t know where he is instead, but the places misses everything that makes life life, from the sound of the wind to the color of the normally much redder trees. There are no birds and squirrels around, and when he traces back in a circle, neither is mom.
Rosey is.
A sigh of relief escapes the gold-marked colt as he bounces towards her. He’s home after all! ”Rosey! Look what I -” but when Roselin turns to heed him, she has no eyes. ”Aah!” The colt stops, sliding to a half when his twin sister’s dark patches of shadow fall on him, subsequently followed by a toothy grin that’s not at all reminiscent of the kind that runs in their family - even if she’d had inherited sharp teeth.
His twin sister’s dark form then makes a move that Oren instinctively wishes to a avoid, immediately. He turns around on his heels and bolts, trying to avoid at all costs a bite by the lookalike of his twin. She would never do that! She can’t be real! But he doesn’t want to take the chance, and doesn’t dare to look around. What if she is his sister? What if she isn’t? He tries not to lose himself in imagination as he runs through the trees he ought to know by heart. Some seem to warp and change though, as if trying to trap him. When he comes around to a familiar spot, exhausted, he finally dares a glance backwards.
Gone. But where to? And where does he go now? He feels that staying in this place for too long is not preferable, feeling already how the greyness sort of grabs at him when he comes to a standstill. He can’t stay! Did the monster want to distract him so he would? Oh bugger! He’d fallen for it hadn’t he?
Chewing the inside of his mouth, Oren’s eyes dart left and right, then up. Stars! Momma always said to navigate by the North Star, so that’s what he’ll do. Though he can’t be sure if they are the same here, it is his only hope not to get swallowed by the everlasting emptiness, and so, he takes a deep breath and goes. There is no right way, but as long as he keeps going straight, he will eventually reach the edge of the forest.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t rely on the trees he thought he knew, he sees. Some are literally the same as the ones before, and more often than not it feels counterintuitive to keep going by the stars instead of following a path that he knows in real life would take him to the beach. But he knows he can’t trust his instincts in here, and so finally, finally, he makes it out.
There he finds the back of the dark creature, and he sighs in relief and disappointment. He hadn’t liked the trick, but if he was honest it had been a trick and a surprise and that’s what he’d asked for he supposes. Except for one thing. ”I didn’t even get to show you mine,” he mutters, more or less sulking than anything else at this point, too overwhelmed for anything else at his age.