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Taytim
The young mare listened to what El Aran was saying with curiosity. The ideas the desert dweller were presenting to her were still foreign and strange. Gods and divinity had never been talked about in her life. Her family had talked about the world as earth beneath their hooves and how it cared for them, so they must care for it in return. The prospect of something being that powerful over them was strange to her for she always had the freedom to say ‘no’. She knew that an answer could come back with unforeseen outcomes, but the responsibility of those outcomes would come down on her.
As the other spoke, the chestnut mare kicked lightly at the ground, her ears trained on the words that came to her. With every new idea her mind roamed and thought of the meanings behind it. She considered that the earth she walked on was some type of ‘god’ or creation of one. But even as El Aran spoke, she felt like the ideas she proposed had large holes in the logic and thought process.
“I have never defined ‘Gods’” Taytim admitted to the other mare. “But from what you say, it sounds like they are kind of like parents. You or I could not exist on our own, it was our parents’ desires to have us that brought us into this world.” She shrugged and smiled. “I think my answer remains the same then. They created us, on some level they must love us, possibly even feel proud of us. If they want to talk to us, then they have something to say. But I have never heard of a child of a dam and sire who did not have a moment where they did not hear what their parents had to say. As parents, or creators, they need to understand that their children might ignore them or just walk away. The lessons and the words are given to us, by our parents, and it is our choice to receive them.” Silence settled on her for a while and she thought harder about their discussion. “These….gods....you are talking about. They seem like the parents that never told their children who they were. A parent who is a stranger it really just another person, another encounter, to experience as your life has made you fit to experience.”
Her young mind drifted away from their conversation for a moment as she continued to try to wrap her mind around the thoughts of divinities and gods. She was beginning to see that the earth was grand, larger than she could have dreamed as a filly. Maybe these desert horses did have the answer to how something of such magnitude had come to be. Possibly there was something that had shaped the earth, and shaped them, to be who and what they were. What else would that mean for her, and her life? Chocolate ears swiveled back in thought as her mind poked at these questions in a very unhorse-like manner.
~:Mare
~:Morgan Mutt
~:14.2hh
~:Black Chestnut
~:3 Years | |