I saw the sun

Larkspur D'Angelo · 05-16-2010, 01:44 PM

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Under his worn hands the sweat fell from the muscles of the heavy-set mare. She was, by breed, intended for heavier work—Larkspur didn’t know this, but he attributed her muscles to having more power. There had been other horses where he had stolen the two from. Most were flighty things, or brood mares too worn to work. It had been long months since he had been working with this one, and she had shown potential in her obedience. They were a perfect match, both unsure of themselves but learning. By now, the two had both become far more spunky they had been. Certainly, by nature, they fed off one another. Yet after so many months, he still had no name for her besides ‘Horse’.

With his back to the low fence, Larkspur was focused only on the horse. By this time, he was hunched over, scraping sweat from the mare’s leg. It was her whinny, a low noise and a jerk of the head that made him stand. Standing behind the fence was a boy about the age of his nephew. Immediately though, he recognized whose child that was. He had seen the boy before as a child, when his mother had held him against the coyotes. She had certainly done her duty in raising the child—he was growing into an impressive figure.

It was the eyes that betrayed his blood, above all else. That phosphorescent blue that burned against a dark face, it was unmistakable. Larkspur’s own eyes, a much more full-mood mad Jack-O-Lantern orange, sharpened and focused on the young man. He took him in, the holes of his pupils trying to swallow the figure, and he saw the shadow of what could have been and smiled in a most peculiar fashion. “Well ‘lo, King,” the Wahrer greeted, shifting his weight to better view the youngster.

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