are the dead really silent?
My youthful tail thumped against my flanks, gaze shifting to look at the more talkative filly. It seemed as though once she calmed down her defensive attitude shifted to simply a more friendly, outgoing nature. Though a hardheaded one that. I thought back to other animals I had seen in the mountains. Many cared for their children and I found them alone at times. Small animals, otherwise defenseless, growl and hiss at the unknown around them. Blind eyes peer out of puffed bodies, trying to make themselves seem bigger than they are, that their bite will hurt more than their milk teeth will allow.
I look over at Mariael, studying her more closely this time before shifting my attention between the two sisters. One could not see how big she needed to be, while the other decided to puff up for her in any way that she could. My respect for the sisters grew, and I was humbled by the caring the siblings showed for each other. It was nature that called me to yearn for the closeness of a family, for the feeling of being around others of my kind. It was the aloofness of my mother that had taught me a life that was different. Though my father made an effort to be around and teach me the closeness of a family, I could not fully grasp and understand the concept of the bond I could feel between Mariael and Maziel.
Pulled from these thoughts by the question I looked back in the direction of my father’s land. The number of others who tended to stay seemed always be shifting. There were many a part of the herd who did not know they were there. Once more I do not really know how to answer her question. “There are a few, maybe about the same number as here.” Something in me caused me to hesitate my words. In the Bay there were daughters of Nephilim, fillies of Tinuvel. A curling feeling in my stomach caused an unknown emotion to spark in my chest. The colts of the Inlet, and the fillies of the Bay. I was not so naive to be ignorant to the implication. Nor was I so selfish as to deny them the knowledge they sought. “There are a few colts there. Twins, and another.” I shifted as we reached the beaches so I could speak to Maziel as well. “I have not been off the island, but others I see in the herd have.”
I looked over the water of the beaches. My heart felt torn. The desire to see the world beyond was a pulse through my veins. At the same time, the blanket of the tundras covered me and enveloped my being. The need to see the rest of the world may have been a pulse in my veins, but Tinuvel was my blood, my body, and my soul.
“I would go to the other islands.” I could tell the voice with which I spoke was not entirely my own. “If you wanted my company.”
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