Signs of Change

the Rift

Signs of Change

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Stallion :: Equine :: 16.2 hh :: 6 years

Blu

#14

08-02-2012, 10:43 PM

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I don't see the world unless I see it in

They all seem to voice the realization at once. I cringe a little, half expecting the laid-back ears and clicking teeth. What else does one like I deserve? Weak, useless, broken.

I glance away, ashamed.

The voice of Poppy pulls me back. Kindly she tells me what no one else ever has, not even Jerontope, my brief and only friend.

"It's ok if no speak. Talk with pictures." My heart lurches into my throat and I smile wanely, eyes holding her within a new and affectionate light. I am bemused also by her words. She speaks as though still a child, but I guess her much older. I feel a kinship blossom. Although I have great respect for the spoken word and the many ways in which one can speak, I cannot help but feel drawn to someone who struggles with it.

I want to hug her.

Merakerr leaps down deftly. I am alarmed for a second, a knee-jerk reaction more than anything, but relax after catching myself. She continues to speak her rolling tongue and I nearly lean towards her when she does, still delighted and giddy with it. She takes a black clod and addresses me, all of us.

I nod in response. Yes, I talk with pictures. I smile again, through it is a frail, sad thing. I glance back at my tail, it's hairs dry and crunchy as I've never known them. I flop it forward, my frown deepening as no ink comes from the tips. I glance up at my friends - I think that's what they are now - then to the sun.

Something is definitely wrong. Whether with me or with the weather, something is wrong.