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12-17-2014, 10:08 AM
"How do they hold you up?"
The boy calls up a question, and I yell back in response: "I don't know" I hadn't planned an answer for that question ever before. Though, it did not take me by surprise because this boy seemed pretty fixed on them. I flapped around a bit more, before deciding to try and spiral back down to the ground, the world becoming a tornado, spinning and churning, and when I landed hardly with. A thud of tough hooves and a flutter of feathers, i tossed my crown back, in a triumphant whinny. Deciding that I was finally getting better. That's good, because my mother always told me a was a bit hard on myself.
Soon, I was back at his side again, getting lost in the thoughts of having a horn of my own. What would I look like? Deciding I wouldn't look particularly good with a horn, I dismissed the thought. I didn't really much like thinking about myself, feeling oddly humble right now.
I look his way. Ready for any questions he might have in store for me. My ears flick back in surprise at my own thought: what if he doesn't uphold his side oft he deal? I didn't want to think about is. And yet, I did. Stubborn as my mind was, it did not let me let go of that slight flicker of doubt. It was like a flame, reluctant to go out because it knew it would not ever spark up again. And if it did, it would be reborn. New.
I smiled at him, assuming a comfortable stance, wings folded back once again. I stared off into the sky again, my mind traveling to the constellations that held our world up. Well, not just the constellations -the stories behind them. I figured the stories I was always told where fake. But Rhoa. He told me about the God of the Sun. The Wildfire had mentioned him as well. The god of the Sun...so formal. I liked it. And I believed it. At first, I had just thought the gods where something to blame weather and changes on. But I was exclusively wrong. And I now believed in the Sun God. And I was proud. Yay for me! I think. My mother never really told me her opinion on such things. But I would guess that she did't think it wise to blame things on a so-called God.
The boy calls up a question, and I yell back in response: "I don't know" I hadn't planned an answer for that question ever before. Though, it did not take me by surprise because this boy seemed pretty fixed on them. I flapped around a bit more, before deciding to try and spiral back down to the ground, the world becoming a tornado, spinning and churning, and when I landed hardly with. A thud of tough hooves and a flutter of feathers, i tossed my crown back, in a triumphant whinny. Deciding that I was finally getting better. That's good, because my mother always told me a was a bit hard on myself.
Soon, I was back at his side again, getting lost in the thoughts of having a horn of my own. What would I look like? Deciding I wouldn't look particularly good with a horn, I dismissed the thought. I didn't really much like thinking about myself, feeling oddly humble right now.
I look his way. Ready for any questions he might have in store for me. My ears flick back in surprise at my own thought: what if he doesn't uphold his side oft he deal? I didn't want to think about is. And yet, I did. Stubborn as my mind was, it did not let me let go of that slight flicker of doubt. It was like a flame, reluctant to go out because it knew it would not ever spark up again. And if it did, it would be reborn. New.
I smiled at him, assuming a comfortable stance, wings folded back once again. I stared off into the sky again, my mind traveling to the constellations that held our world up. Well, not just the constellations -the stories behind them. I figured the stories I was always told where fake. But Rhoa. He told me about the God of the Sun. The Wildfire had mentioned him as well. The god of the Sun...so formal. I liked it. And I believed it. At first, I had just thought the gods where something to blame weather and changes on. But I was exclusively wrong. And I now believed in the Sun God. And I was proud. Yay for me! I think. My mother never really told me her opinion on such things. But I would guess that she did't think it wise to blame things on a so-called God.
Gᴏᴏᴅ Gɪʀʟs Aʀᴇ Bᴀᴅ Gɪʀʟs Tʜᴀᴛ Hᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ Bᴇᴇɴ Cᴀᴜɢʜᴛ
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