Rainforest Cliffs
07-14-2017, 05:29 PM
Van flinched again at the tone of his mother's voice. It was hard and sharp but frayed at the edges, and when it made Otem cry the colt looked at her with a world of accusations in his eyes. What did she say all that for? It wasn't their fault that they were homeless, right? At least he didn't think so. But now that the concept had been brought up, and he saw the heart-wrenching sight of the crying filly he felt his own lips begin to tremble.
Why though? He felt no pain (not beyond the usual ache) and he felt no real sympathy for either of the mares. Perhaps it was just the fact that it had been a long day already, and he was tired and sore and his mum had nipped him and maybe crying was the appropriate thing to do.
But though tears actually began to pool in his brilliant eyes, they quickly vanished when the pale mare walked up to Otem instead of him, eyes soft and her wonderful ice cold wings rising to embrace the filly. Jealousy thundered through his entire being, for her comforting hum was much sweeter than he'd ever heard before, and her eyes looked almost soft.
It was a bit too much to swallow. He was crying too, wasn't he? So why was he not wrapped in the cold comfort of her wings? He was her son, her oldest son even. It was so unfair!
Glowering a bit at the tall yearling, as if daring her to try and steal his mum away with any more bawling, Van puffed out his chest and pretended that it didn't bother him to be left out like this.
"Where is your own mum and dad?" he asked her, the voice carrying the same velvety whisper as before... though there was nothing he could do about the sulky undertone it carried.
Why though? He felt no pain (not beyond the usual ache) and he felt no real sympathy for either of the mares. Perhaps it was just the fact that it had been a long day already, and he was tired and sore and his mum had nipped him and maybe crying was the appropriate thing to do.
But though tears actually began to pool in his brilliant eyes, they quickly vanished when the pale mare walked up to Otem instead of him, eyes soft and her wonderful ice cold wings rising to embrace the filly. Jealousy thundered through his entire being, for her comforting hum was much sweeter than he'd ever heard before, and her eyes looked almost soft.
It was a bit too much to swallow. He was crying too, wasn't he? So why was he not wrapped in the cold comfort of her wings? He was her son, her oldest son even. It was so unfair!
Glowering a bit at the tall yearling, as if daring her to try and steal his mum away with any more bawling, Van puffed out his chest and pretended that it didn't bother him to be left out like this.
"Where is your own mum and dad?" he asked her, the voice carrying the same velvety whisper as before... though there was nothing he could do about the sulky undertone it carried.
