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06-30-2012, 12:04 AM
I have begun to fluff out now. My hide grows sleek in its crystalline white and shiny in its gold. My blue brand of wind stands a stark and colorful reminder that I am Pegasus. I am several months old now and Mother doesn't visit me as much as she used to when I was still young. I have not seen my father since that first wonderful day. Father Earth has been sleeping much recently and my lessons which are given in riddles have been coming less frequently as well. He is slacking in his napping.
I may only be months old but even I see that Brother Sun has begun a burning heat fueled by anger. He is a tiger burning bright. But tigers, while stealthy, cannot always last long once they show their hand, lest they become burnt by their own fire. Father Earth will notice soon, like Sister Moon, and they will stop Tiger Sun. Though the Siblings Three are all old, having survived many cycles of the Earth, Brother Sun is still the one who most often needs chiding, like a silly child whose played too long. I am no such child.
A visitor arrives at the base of the shrine and Father Earth shrugs himself awake and leaves. I don't want to go out in the heat, but I'm somewhat bored, so I follow via passageway. I emerge to the sweltering glare of an angry sun, just right of the gathered pair. From here I get a good look at the visitor. He is small and skinny and has horns on each side of his neck. Unicorns have horns on their head, from what Father Earth has told me, so perhaps this stallion is a Sidicorn?
Whatever, I'll find out I suppose. I shrug and fluffify my wings before I walk around the side of the rock to reveal my growing golden and white body. I bounce up to the side of Father Earth and strike a strong stance next to my Master before I cannot help it and, after Father Earth has finished speaking, blurt out, "Sir, what are you?" in a voice far too unlike a stallion for my liking. The voice being still high and soft. I grimace inwardly but wait to see if he'll answer. Father Earth has been lecturing me recently upon what is ok to be said and what is not but. Quite frankly I don't understand much of the whole say this and say that nonsense but asking questions is always allowed so I think I'll be fine here.
I may only be months old but even I see that Brother Sun has begun a burning heat fueled by anger. He is a tiger burning bright. But tigers, while stealthy, cannot always last long once they show their hand, lest they become burnt by their own fire. Father Earth will notice soon, like Sister Moon, and they will stop Tiger Sun. Though the Siblings Three are all old, having survived many cycles of the Earth, Brother Sun is still the one who most often needs chiding, like a silly child whose played too long. I am no such child.
A visitor arrives at the base of the shrine and Father Earth shrugs himself awake and leaves. I don't want to go out in the heat, but I'm somewhat bored, so I follow via passageway. I emerge to the sweltering glare of an angry sun, just right of the gathered pair. From here I get a good look at the visitor. He is small and skinny and has horns on each side of his neck. Unicorns have horns on their head, from what Father Earth has told me, so perhaps this stallion is a Sidicorn?
Whatever, I'll find out I suppose. I shrug and fluffify my wings before I walk around the side of the rock to reveal my growing golden and white body. I bounce up to the side of Father Earth and strike a strong stance next to my Master before I cannot help it and, after Father Earth has finished speaking, blurt out, "Sir, what are you?" in a voice far too unlike a stallion for my liking. The voice being still high and soft. I grimace inwardly but wait to see if he'll answer. Father Earth has been lecturing me recently upon what is ok to be said and what is not but. Quite frankly I don't understand much of the whole say this and say that nonsense but asking questions is always allowed so I think I'll be fine here.
