Morsels #1 · 1:53pm Jul 25th, 2014
Mist pools like smoke on the rocky ground. Her steps churn the gloom, spirals of shadow marking where she was.
She's so tall, you think, staring.
It's okay to stare. None will know but her, and you want her to know. A faint smell wafts around your head. Sweet, but a little acrid like wood-smoke. Not unpleasant.
She's saying something, you notice. Why can't I understand her?
Her voice is like a rustling in tall grass. Could just be a gentle breeze, but maybe something waits with claw and fang and vicious hunger. You flick your ears, warding off those annoying thoughts. It doesn't matter what waits out of sight, only that something is definitely hidden.
The darkness is clearing a little now. You can barely make out her shape. It's pleasing to the eye, but other, more reasonable, parts of you balk. Why care about that here? It feels unnatural.
It's stronger now, the smell. Definitely unpleasant. Why is she letting this be unpleasant? you wonder. You feel yourself sag a little at this thought.
She's smiling, but tears are running down her cheeks. The need to move seeks to overwhelm you. Why can't you move? She's sad and you need to move, damn it! You need to stop her from being sad.
Her head shakes slowly, weakly. She puts a hoof over your lips, and everything slowly begins to fade from your sight. You're being sent away; you can feel that plainly.
Suddenly, you realize you hate her. To be sent away before you can help her; does she think you unfit? Why do you care?
What the hell is that sme—
