A Random Event Has Occurred!
It would seem as if the earth were holding its breath - but whether it was waiting for the water horse to collapse, or to eat the land horse, was unclear. It only knew that something was yet to happen, something important.
And it is not wrong. The parrots arrive in a group, dozens of them bunched tightly together. They race down the beach with their wings spread wide, and all together they make a moving rainbow. From red to purple, their feathers catch the light and throw it back at the sky in indignation, for they are the brightest thing around.
But it is not their brightness that is most striking; it is their laughter that echoes along the beach as they land, not far from the two horses.
They laugh and they laugh, their beaks clacking noisily together with every cackle. They laugh not knowing the danger, not knowing who or what the water horse is. Perhaps it will be their fatal mistake today. Perhaps it will be their last mistake.
The waves lap gently at the two horses, as if pushing them towards the flock. And the flock, unknowingly, drifts closer to the horses. One of the parrots looks up, and it meets the horned mare’s crimson eyes.
And still it opens its beak, and it laughs at her.
It’s as if the island knows what the newcomer needs, as if this strange new world is welcoming her with a gift. It’s not a king, but perhaps it will do.
And it is not wrong. The parrots arrive in a group, dozens of them bunched tightly together. They race down the beach with their wings spread wide, and all together they make a moving rainbow. From red to purple, their feathers catch the light and throw it back at the sky in indignation, for they are the brightest thing around.
But it is not their brightness that is most striking; it is their laughter that echoes along the beach as they land, not far from the two horses.
They laugh and they laugh, their beaks clacking noisily together with every cackle. They laugh not knowing the danger, not knowing who or what the water horse is. Perhaps it will be their fatal mistake today. Perhaps it will be their last mistake.
The waves lap gently at the two horses, as if pushing them towards the flock. And the flock, unknowingly, drifts closer to the horses. One of the parrots looks up, and it meets the horned mare’s crimson eyes.
And still it opens its beak, and it laughs at her.
It’s as if the island knows what the newcomer needs, as if this strange new world is welcoming her with a gift. It’s not a king, but perhaps it will do.
(I felt slightly sadistic writing this)
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