[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by alkonost on January 29, 2009, 4:50 pm, in reply to "thread -- i feel like i'm being eaten" Alkonost wasn’t thinking of nothing. Nothing is boring, absolute, inert. Nothing will not jump for you when you ask or entertain you in your boredom. Instead, she thought of the summer, of how the grass crackled underfoot and how even trees groaned their complaint at the heat. Thanks to the Element’s insatiable need for accidental comedy, this was her first summer. There wasn’t much else to be said for it. She wondered wistfully what summer was like by the sea, decided it didn’t matter as long as summer did not stretch on into autumn. An eerie stillness flooded her mind at the thought, like a panther holding its breath before the strike. On any other day the white filly would have followed her twin to the shores, but compared to most other horses she was relatively claustrophilic. Alkonost resisted the idea of leaving them – at least for now. There was work to be done at home anyway, as it were, and Jörmungandr would forgive her. It was a small thing to forgive in light of what they had been through. Then she saw Micah, a convenient distraction drifting about like a goosedown on the breeze. Alkonost clung to it, drawn in by his similarly pensive mood but equally put off by his smile. It was a token of her past and of her blood, entirely impersonal but only partially irrational. More dangerous things than halitosis have been known to lurk behind affably bared teeth. He seemed familiar as he should have. Micah had been there at least once before, but not to keep. She mused privately over this, wondering if he’d been silly enough to get himself stolen or if the altitude simply agreed with him enough to convince him to stay. The white filly didn’t know anything about whatever happened to be on his mind at that moment and it didn’t interest her to try to guess. Instead, she rather nonchalantly positioned herself in his path and, the tips of her ears smoldering slowly for greater effect, said, “Wonderful day, isn’t it?”
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these are the clouds about the fallen sun,
the majesty that shuts his burning eye.
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