The little orb flickers lightly in the moonlight, Saki turning to look at its soft glow as Kibou’s attention is so fully on the filly. She’s stepping closer to him, her horn still pointed in his direction. He wants to take a step back, to make sure she won’t pierce him with her horn, but something tells him to just stop and wait. He can’t describe the feeling, only that it presses itself firmly into his mind and halts his feet before they even begin to wander.
He watches with bright eyes as her horn touches his orb of light and he is curious to what the orb will do. He’s never been able to touch it for it always keeps just out of reach. Even Saki cannot grasp it between her hands. It’s a mystery even to him. But it remains still for the filly to touch and for a moment, Kibou is jealous. Why can she touch the orb and he can’t?
Kibou wonders what she is learning from his orb. He can see the way her expressions change. She is using magic on him and he has no idea what she’s doing. All he can see is the way her eyes change from bright and happy, to sorrowful and unable to show him eye contact. He wants to ask her what she has seen, but he wonders for a moment if he really wants to know the answer to that very same question.
When she speaks, she is validating his mother’s intent to protect him, to keep him locked away as if he is some priceless jewel. She has seen something that makes her side with his mother and for a moment, he is angry she doesn’t side with him. "I wish she would tell me what happened to him. She only tells me that he isn’t coming back." But Kibou is not ready for that story. That story is filled with love and hate and hurt and anger. It is filled with emotions that the colt doesn’t understand and filled with memories that Kibou is far too young to understand. Even Aspara might be too young to fully understand and comprehend what she has seen. One day, Katniss would shed light on what happened to his father. One day he would know the truth, but today was not that day.
She tells him that his mother doesn’t need to be worried about him, and for once, Kibou agrees. He knows that she doesn’t need to worry about him and it’s nice to find someone else that feels the same way. This Fable she speaks of is a mystery to him, though, and he steps forward. "Who is Fable?" Is it another colt his age? Another kid to play with? Someone old man who only watches the children? He has so many questions but he supposes that the one he has asked is sufficient enough.
The conversation changes, leaving the darkness of his father’s history and shedding light onto far more pleasant topics. He asks her if she likes to play, mainly because he wants to play. It’s so nice to meet someone his own age, even if she was a few months older than he. She says she likes to play and he can feel the corners of his lips turn into grin.
He hears her telling him to race her to the markets and for a moment, he wonders if he can remember where the markets are. He’s been there a time or two with his momma, but never by himself and never at night. But before he can ask, she is taking off down the cobblestone streets, her feet making that echoing “clip clop” noise as she creates distance between them. It’s almost as if Saki knows what he’s about to do, because he can feel the way her hands grip his mane tighter, the way her legs squeeze his withers. And then he too is chasing after her, pumping his legs faster and faster as he closes the distance between them. He loves this feeling - the freeing feeling of the wind whipping through his mane. He loves the sound his feet make on the cobblestone streets. And perhaps most of all, he loves that he has found himself a friend.
@Aspara - you are always welcome to use your magic. I don't mind ;)
