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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 2:02 pm
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Moon The night was cold and chilly, but that did not deter the trio from staying up. In fact, Moon found that the cool darkness was his favourite time. Sunlight, while useful for seeing, did not make him feel and secure like bathing in the mother moon’s light did. All the colours that usually blinded him were calm, muted to a silvery hue. Everything was peaceful, gentle. And that was exactly how he liked it. He took a deep breath, savouring the frosty edge to the air.
Moon Moon Moon Moon smiled, tilting her head to the sky. A few stray clouds broke the beautiful expanse, yet the moon shone strongly through them nonetheless. A countless myriad of stars danced beside it, tiny pinpricks of light that adorned the night sky. She loved it, though not for the same reasons as Moon did. It was beautiful, yes, but then so was the day. Everything could be wonderful if viewed in the right ways.
Moob'n Moob’n appeared to be completely oblivious to the quiet meditation of his older peers. He gave a stretch, yawning loudly. He was an almost obnoxious Moon, less caring of others and those around him. It wasn’t that he did so maliciously, he just didn’t think about his actions too much. It was easier that way, just acting and not worrying about anything.
Moon Moon twitched an ear backwards as the young one started making quite the racket. He gave a huff, looking forlornly at the moon above. <> He thought to himself, thinking in their special Moonspeak. It was a fluid language, very soft on the ears. When they all spoke together, it sounded more like song than speech. And though it appeared simple on the outside, due to the limited number of sounds, it had a hidden complexity woven into it that would have taken an outsider a lifetime to learn – the gentle intonations could only be caught by a keen ear, but could change the meaning of a sentence drastically.
Moon Moon Moon Moon shot a glance at Moob’n. She thought he was particularly beautiful, though she could not explain why. Perhaps it was because he had been her gift, planted deep into her belly by the Moon. She had grown large and round, quite alarming at first! But it had not been the first time it had happened. She herself had not been born of the Great Moon, but instead from one of her sister Moons, though she knew the stories. How the original four Moons had been gifted life, had come down from the heavens themselves, cradled by the Great Moon. <> Her voice was even softer than most, light and musical.
Moob'n The stallion flicked an ear backwards at Moon Moon. He didn’t mean to disturb the others, and he gave an appropriately sheepish look, but he also didn’t like to be chastised for it. And he certainly didn’t want to just stand around, staring at the moon. He knew the older ones often found it peaceful, and he supposed he knew why – it was their parent. They were born of it. Or so they said. Moob’n had never seen the moon give life to anyone. Although mares did grow round before they would have moonlets, perhaps it was something like that. He narrowed his eyes upwards, wondering for a brief moment. But then he shook it off, <> He gave a sound of excitement that could have transcended any language.
Moon Moon gave an even louder sigh. <> Mentally, he added to himself <> Moon was the pure name, the right name. But their language had expanded and they had developed some new sounds. Besides, it was impractical to call everyone ‘Moon’, there were only so many ways you could say it differently in the end.
Moon Moon She snorted. He was being difficult again. But then again, she could understand wanting to run. <>
Moob'n Moob’n pricked his ears upwards. <> He trotted on the spot for a moment, before casting a gaze around their surroundings. <> He paused for a moment, looking at Moon. It would be a shame to leave him behind, even if he did seem to prefer the quiet. Perhaps he could be persuaded to have some fun too? <> |
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