The Old Sycamore Tree (Open)
Dec 25, 2011 4:54:54 GMT -5
Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Dec 25, 2011 4:54:54 GMT -5
Elos and Esther Winter
[/center]Esther swung her leg high over her great black steed, her eyes set ahead of her. The world moved around her in a blur, and she hardly had to brush the horses sides with her feet for it to kick off into a canter, picking up speed as it went. Ahead of her, her brother was already mounted and moving off over the hill.
'Wait up!' she called in exasperation, realizing that her brother was paying her no attention whatsoever. The wind whipped her hair against her face, stinging her cheeks. She didn't care. She was flying again, where she belonged. She could taste the familiar taste of farm and straw in her mouth - the cold morning air filled with the sounds of life. The cold did not bother her. The fields whipped by to her side as she edged her horse faster and faster into a gallop. Her brothers silhouette was getting closer and closer as it reached the horizon. She swallowed and dug her riding boots into her horses sides, letting herself lean forward into the wind.
Suddenly her brother called back in response to her. 'It's a race. You're not meant to wait for people.'
Sighing exasperatedly, Esther closed her eyes and let the wind cool her face.
She thought back to a few moments before, when her brother has suddenly yelled, in that reckless voice of his, 'race you to the tree' and sped away upon his chestnut horse. It had taken her only seconds to mount her own horse and begin her chase after him, but by then he was already crossing the hill and speeding toward the gate.
Being the loving and compassionate sister that she was, Esther vowed to beat him despite his cheating. Opening her eyes, Esther was sure she was just about overtaking him. To the girls surprise, Elos wasn't where she thought he would be.
When she looked to her left, where his horses feet where moving in time with Midnight's, she expected to see his grinning freckled face, so alike her own. What she instead saw, was his feet.
Her brother, the reckless thing that he was, was standing on the back of his horse, holding onto nothing at all.
'Get down before you kill yourself!' Esther shouted to be heard over the air rushing by them.
Elos simply laughed, shook his head, and then jumped neatly back down into his place on his horses back. They weren't using saddles that day, despite their parents protest.
Their tree was nearing, and they both spurred their horse on, wishing to win. In a final burst of speed, both twins crossed the finish line together, their horses feet beating the soft ground in synchronization.
Laughing and breathing heavily, Esther slipped easily down from Midnights back and fell onto the grass, wishing she had had time to bring a drink of water. It didn't matter - there was bottled water in the treehouse above their heads.
Lying in the dappled shade, Esther felt her twin fall down beside her, laughing just as much.
'I won!' he said jokingly.
Pushing him with all her might, Esther laughed. 'Did not.'
It was only then that they realized that there was a person lying in the shade of their tree, looking up at the sky.
Accusingly, Elos peered at the person. 'Who are you?'[/size]
