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He ran. He ran so quick and so hard he thought his own legs would crumble beneath him. The sands rushed beneath him, oranges and reds and browns flickering light fire under his cloven hooves. Painted clearly in his coldfire eyes was determination, the bravado of the youthful confidence bursting from his young, passionate chest with ease and with power.
He ran, and he ran, and he ran.
When he finally stopped running--though not moving entirely, his body still trotted onwards--he was drenched in sweat and his breathing was deep and staggered and difficult. He drunk in the air with desperate lungs, exasperated beneath the colt's extreme desire. Every muscle screamed for reprieve, but the child did not stop. He had watched how his father had run, had pushed himself through the deepest of sands as fast as he could until the sweat made his inky coat ten times darker than it already was, and his white-marked face was a smudgy grey from the soot of his workout. When the youngling watched Einarr the fiery heart within his chest flickered and threatened to devour him. The yearning to be great--to be large and powerful and mighty like the warden--was so overwhelming it made the boy choke on the breath in his throat. He had never felt such a fire before, and it thrilled him. In his high-kneed, trot, the child snorted and stretched his wings to absorb the sun's glory. Just a few yards off, he noticed his sister. His twin. His interest and his ears perked forward and he changed his trajectory, trotting towards the less saturated wombmate. She was standing near a stranger, a white girl covered in dirt (or spots, perhaps) with green streaking her face. A cocked smile lit his features as he entered the scene, head high above his spindly legs and youthful, slim shoulders. "Asaavi," He called happily, wings extending above him and waving to the girl. He stopped just short of her, reaching out and brushing her wing with his. His cocked smile extended warmly, and he gestured to the brown spotted filly. "Who is this?"
Drinking freedom from a bottle to the tune of belong |
