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Prose – Glint – Part 2

February 21, 2012

 Freij knew it was cold, but she did not feel it. She called it awareness. Lately this awareness had swelled to everything around her; to the wind, the fires from the Wrigg below the mountain, and even the heat from the far away moons. Then there was the tingling of electricity that ran through all living things and coursed into her. She did not think it was the metal of her body conducting it. It was something much more.

Freijgilten watched the horses far below. She sat on the edge of an obsidian spire that jutted up amongst the warped rocks and cliffs of this Wrigg valley. The pack of them glowed faintly purple and brown with this electricity. She had walked with them before and they had bowed to her. They could feel who she was, too, just as she could feel them with more than just the five human senses. It was even beyond an animal sense they shared, for she was no animal. No animal, human or machine. What could she call herself? A god? She chuckled quietly, chiming a soft melody into the night, considering the point. She had considered what a god was on her travels. There had been so much time for such questions. No, she thought, it would be arrogant to think of herself as a god. The thought, however, did make her laugh pleasantly all the same.

There was one horse she watched in particular. It was a large beast, reddy-brown in colour and with black ringed eyes. His name was Victor and it was as special as any horse Freij had seen. Not only was it owned by her partner in destiny, Guus, but there was something else. When all the other horses had accepted her, let her stroke them and walk amongst them, Victor had stepped away. It was a defiance, but she took no offence. It was an aloofness and Freij suspected one of caution or dislike. Freij had known the horse before, and so why now did it shy? Had it learnt something more about her to feel uncomfortable? Was this a feeling shared by its owner? But, perhaps there was even more to it? An intelligence, beyond just that of a Wrigg steed. So much to think about and each thing a thread linked to her fate. Slowly she pulled all the ends together.

Far off towards the mouth of the cave that entered the Wrigg city three horse whistles called. It was what she had been waiting for. Perhaps this time would bring Guus to her. Three horses answered the whistles, separated from the group and charged off. Freij started descending the jagged steps of the massive column. She did not have a plan but she did not need one. Things would happen, she found, and there was nothing you could do to stop them. Just let your destiny guide you.

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