Interrupted by my teeth? Nimbus asked himself, an odd cocktail of confusion and curiosity. He intruded on the mare's speech , "Certainly you don't mean the 'nip'. Is that not how I ask you to join me, to better my herd?" Nimbus didn't know the etiquette of others, but had observed this among them. To him it was a strange ritual he tried to replicate to fit in this society. Apparently he had messed it up, but it was not as though it were irrefutable. He had seen other stallions rejected at that.
From there on out, though, Nimbus listened to every word she had to say; he practically savored her scolding. It was nice to be doubted. Everything he said to the other two red roans he had met was taken so seriously and was blown out of proportion. That was how he had gotten into that mess. That mess... All said and done now; he only had to deal with the consequences.
Raising replica of himself would be awful: he was destructive enough on his own. As insulting as it may have been to anyone else, he looked at the red splashed mare with agreement, but she did not look at him. He traced her line of sight to his perch. At first he saw nothing until an idle shape flopped against the tree. It was Kahawa. He smiled at the way that those he brought to the dunes have blended in greatly, while he differed from the terrain like night differs from day. And he was the night, not only with his dark coat, but the chaos and discord he brought with him as well. He became stupidly proud as he compared himself to something so impressive. How could he help it? But looking at the young mare on the slope made him empathize, and even worse: sympathize. As he thought he drew lines in the sand with his hoof, almost like a nervous tick. Just like her father she had the ability to make Nimbus sympathize. The difference was that she was not in an all encompassing role like what he had promised him. He allowed the pity and sorrow to begin to wash over his pride. In its wake was still an air of happiness, and he enjoyed its fleeting moments.
"And you're 'handling' the two of us so well," were the words which freed Nimbus of the whirlpool of thoughts he was caught in. He turned his head to the red mare who spoke them. She still looked up at Kahawa smiling, and he smiled behind her back to avoid anymore questions. He observed her, and assumed there was some odd longing between the two mares who dared get this close to him. He should leave, allow them to mingle.
But his innocent thoughts were interrupted by her eyes. They fell upon him with so much force that he could practically feel it. A rage battered him which he hadn't felt before from this mare, but he did not fear her. He looked at her, trying to withhold a deep chuckle, but failing. Though he found the change so drastic that it was funny, a concept clung to him. Creatures of logic. It fascinated him. She continued to debate for a child, convincing him with yet another drastic change, this one to . Why would she want to get to know him more? He did not question her motives aloud, as curious as he was.
He examined her once more before speaking, her coat was beautiful. "You look like the sunset." It must just be the light, he added to himself before continuing. "Fine. A child then. I know little of these things, so tell me when the time is right... time is right..." He searched his mind for a name which wasn't there. Hoping she would input her title he took a breath allowing her to interject. Taking whatever she said with him he took just a few steps towards Kahawa. A pathetic but honest "Sorry" came from his throat. That one word cracked and rumbled for his voice was broken from the shouting he performed just earlier today. Nimbus wondered if she could hear him, but did not speak again to be certain she did. He turned to the sea leaving the two mares to converse without his constant madness. His parting words were, "If you want to know me more ask me about 'creatures of logic.' I have a few words I'd like to say about that, but I figure it's about time for you and Kahawa to talk." He walked away, feeling his body becoming heavier. As he hit the sea the last of his happiness was washed away by guilt and sorrow and pity. He swam, allowing the waves to drag them wherever they wished.
Clydesdale mutt | stallion | 17.1hh | blue roan sabino | 5 years