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I belong anywhere but inbetween.
A pinkish unicorn comes next - in fact, I think she's the one Father recently took prisoner. How strange that she's here .. does that mean he's here too? Before I can follow this trail of thought, she seems to be singing as well. Can she hear the egg too? Does she hear its sad -
Oh.
I skitter backwards. Her voice is unbelievably beautiful, and her words seem perfect. The lyrics that had just fallen from my muzzle suddenly feel so... so completely worthless. I managed to rhyme, but so what? Her phrasing, her pitch and tenor ... everything is just pristine and somehow explicit of whatever it is she's trying to communicate.
I can feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, and I stupidly blink them back. If Father is around what would he think? To see his son singing and then crying? I sniffle as quietly as possible, skittering backwards on the sands, wishing desperately to disappear somewhere, but of course we're on the beach. There's no where to go. I suppose I could fly away but...Oh! More are coming! Moving even further backwards, I listen with a mounting anxiety as they too begin singing. Everyone's song was better than mine. Being young is the WORST.
I look towards the egg, tears now blurring my vision and giving the world a dreamlike quality that burns my heart. I wish this was a dream. I wish I could wake up and take comfort in knowing that my travesty had never been spoken aloud. I tried, I really did but ... But they all have so much more life than I do. They've seen things, done things! Obviously they can offer so much more than I can. I'm stupid for thinking the egg would want anything I could offer.
"I'm sorry..." I mumble under my breath as bodies begin to block the egg from my vision, and their lovely voices fill my ears squashing my apology.
I wanted the egg to know it wasn't alone. I guess it knows that now, no thanks to me.
