I am restless, slender, long legs uneasy beneath me, my tufted tail twitching flippantly, and my sapphire eyes bright and sharp, excited and impatient, as I stalk through the lands, doing my best to mimic dad's effortless, silent-footed walk. Unfortunately, my mimicry is not as good as I would hope, despite my constant efforts to hone it to deadly silence. My horn, the pearl thing longer and sharper than I ever would have hoped, is no longer a soft nub, but strengthening as I am so slowly weaned off my mother's milk. Still it is gentle and well-rounded, but it is more like daddy's now. At least, despite my hard time trying to remain quiet and silent, I am maturing. I am unaware of any consequences and problems that come with adulthood, the burden of responsibilities. For now, I am content to roam, and I am young besides. But the mist is good cover, silver veils that glimmer and flash under the dull sunlight, glittering dew drops hanging, suspended- my stalking techniques are disturbed by a flutter of wings and laughter, clarion laughter that rings out through the glades and forests, sends me startling to the right, muscles tensing, unprepared for the sudden sound.
I move forward, eyes lined in white kohl bright and curious, ears flickering in an attempt to pinpoint the chiming sound that disrupts the forest. Again my tail flicks, a little stirring. I cannot help but indulge myself in my own laugh, and I shake off my poor attempts at sneaking on the unknown horse when my cloven hooves crash through a rotten log. I carefully extract them, grimacing at the slivers embedded in them, and morosely shake my head, using my soft horn to scrape it away. A few minutes past as I set busily off to work at this, and then my long, wild legs collect into a brisk trot, and I am searching for the... the... culprit of laughter again. I am Jasiri, daughter of Xanthos and Romani, the mystery-solver! I nearly laugh out loud at the thought, and a smile twitches up on my lips. It sounds nicely inside my head- my mild curiosity to find the culprit strengthens into a desire. More moments past, my cloven hooves loud on the dew-y ground, a golden shape among the mist, a wraith just like daddy, who I constantly admire. Mother has her own power, her own aura, as a warrior- but warriors are so overdone, so common, that I desire something new. Besides, the idea of actually... I don't know... being a spy appeals to me. Going unseen, hearing secrets. It seemed so much more a curious, interesting route.
I pause, seeing a darkened shape through the fog, and yet whoever it is, unfamiliar it may be, it smells of Edge, and I move forward, eyes squinting, searching for that mysterious someone. A shallow exhale comes from my lungs as the form solidifies. I am ever so slightly disappointed- it is not the WeyrLeader, who I vaguely hoped to see with a foal's curiosity. But from the brief time I had seen the dark Queen, with the great God of the Earth (though I did not know it at the time), I thought I saw her in this mare. Maybe it was the lady's way of movement, the ebony glint of her coat, the way she seemed to be a shadow as well, charcoal, and yet golden. "Moon," I sigh, looking at her in quiet curiosity. Young as I am, my vocabulary is still so limited, so I pick the word I think best fits her. Moon for the cresent on her hindquarters. "Jasiri," I say, looking shyly at my cloven hooves. It's not like me to be shy, so I'm not sure why I find myself recoiling slightly from the shadow-mare.
Suddenly I turn my face upwards, mouth parting slightly in awe, eyes widening in fascination. It's a creature... my mind has no name for it. A smooth blend of two creatures I don't know, but I am instantly fascinated by the glitter of feathers seamlessly running into thick fur. "What- that?" I ask, admiring the glint of the hazy sun on it. Is it a her or a him? How do I tell? What is it's name? There are questions bursting to the front of my inquisitive mind- I look hopefully to the black mare, eyes huge. "Please," I groan in exasperation, stamping a hoof before she even would have chance to speak. "Want to knew," I continue on. It's rude of me, looking back, but I was young then, so young, still suckling for most part, only just starting to nibble on grass.
[sorry this is so long and rambly and goes nowhere.]
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