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Exploration, or the thought of exploration, brought giddy bounds from the little colt. Tiny wings flapped on his darkened back and he leapt around, whinnying his excitement. He stopped quickly when Mordecai's wing shifted and covered him, much the way that Mai's did when he and his twin needed to sleep or be quiet. Black lips clamped down and gunmetal eyes with fire shrapnel beamed up at his older sister. "Cai." He spoke her named as an adoring whisper. His cloven toes followed her out of the Throat without much question or hesitation.
When they reached the meadow, Nizho was tired. Sweat darkened his hips and his sides, and he hung his head low. "We there yet?" He asked, eyelids drooping low over his speckled, grey eyes. "Cai, I'm tired." Sighing, the colt stopped and folded his legs beneath him, laying in the warm grass. His sister's command to explore was lost on him for a moment as he pressed his head down onto a pillow of flowers, a fly bugging his right ear. Shaking his head, Nizho sighed again. "Cai, where we are?" He asked, laying down in the meadow a few more minutes before standing again.
The colt turned his head, taking in the sight around him. It was beautiful--though, his concept of beauty was underdeveloped at this point. He could not appreciate the flowered knolls for all they were worth, probably to the dismay of his brindled sister. "Why did Asavvi not come?" He finally asked, turning his head back to Mordecai and tilting it to the side, all-too-large ears hanging dumbly.
Drinking freedom from a bottle to the tune of belong |
