[IoS] The Spring is Weird by Jalohauki, literature
Literature
[IoS] The Spring is Weird
The light was increasing day by day, and the first time the centaurs of Hreindýrálogo village were able to hear birds singing their short little songs. The ground was still frosty during the morning hours, but it was clear that the sun was warming the air more than yesterday, and the soil peeked through the white blanket. The centaurs felt the planks underneath their hooves as the paths of the village got exposed and there was no more need to keep them clean from snow. Soon enough the nature would wake up and replace all of the dull white and grays with bright colors. Spring was coming. The mood of the residents was equally going up, as the days turned longer. The neighbours were exchanging more words to each other, workers had more topics to discuss and even merchants, at least most brave ones, were paying the visit to the remote village. Wyrmhail river's surface was still partially covered in ice, but everyone was able to hear the water flowing underneath it. It bubbled brightly
The beaten, dry sand released a fine cloud of dust in the air, as it was scraped off from the ground by sharp hooves. A young, chestnut-colored centaur filly tumbled on to the ground, the surface letting out a hollow thump as her legs followed the body. She coughed, trying to fill her lungs again after the impact had emptied them and pulled her long front legs underneath the body. ''Again!'' A loud command made her shut her mouth and while biting teeth together she raised herself off from the ground. The young centaur whipped the air with her short tail, showing her annoyance, but still keeping her ears perked. ''You must learn to endure pain! If your body tells you to give up, it is your mind that commands it to continue. It can save your life!'' Tuisku, the young centaur being trained, lifted her fists back up. They were covered with worn bandages, with traces of past training marked all over them. She spat on the ground and continued, dodging the attacks her training partner
Shadows loomed over the forest as thick clouds traveled over the north, wrapping the lands in a tint of black without sight to the stars above. It darkened quicker in the forest than Callisto had liked, their body feeling the cold creeping in, nagging and hushing words into their ears, words that did not exist outside of the fawn’s own mind. How terrible it was to leave this sudden but looking down onto their fingers, Callisto still found them bloody despite having tried to wipe it off. The sticky feeling made the thoughts worse and the fawn found themselves trapped in the web and Callisto started to breathe heavily, clutching their chest as walking was made unbearable. How grotesque the feeling was, the feeling of caring and loss. It hung heavy on the fawn’s heart and yet, Callisto had no means to return. They were not welcome and never will be. – ''Your fur is quivering, your bones rattling, stop it, fawn.'' A familiar hiss pierced the darkness, cutting through the Callisto's