enigma

Enigma cocked her head, not understanding. Instead, she trotted forward and, ignoring Saffron’s laid back ears and general grouchy attitude (likely to her own peril,) sniffed at her with a pleased expression on her face. She still smelled the same as always: of sage, dust, and the kind of sunlight that baked the land into a crisp. Saffron smelled like home, and Enigma wasn’t letting go of that so easily.

“I like when we play hide and seek but did you have to go so far,” she asked, not meaning to complain but her voice rose an octave as she may or may not have (may) whined. She didn’t understand that Saffron was only trying to protect her. To her, Saffron was immortal--and anyway, even if she wasn’t here in person, she’d always be in the star-puzzle she’d secretly named for her, just like she’d done with her real-mama and -papa.

Liland offered his opinion and Enigma would have grinned a toothy grin if horses were capable. Instead she danced away on long, young legs, tossing her head happily, mane flying every which way as it was taken by the wind.

“If I left her we’d both be alone! What kinda’ life would that be,’ she questioned, blinking her near-black eyes innocently. Her black forelock flapped into her eyes, covering the star-mark on her forehead.

“I’ll tell you, it wouldn’t be one at all.” She nodded, a foreleg striking at the snow-covered shale for emphasis. “Not at all.”


space, the final frontier.