Ni'Srilan: The Desert: come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry;

"The two most common elements in the world are hydrogen and stupidity"

Memphis- the other, the one whose existence has stymied Cyan since his birth.

Memphis, with the exact same blood as Cyan running through him. Memphis, the innocuous enough cream-colored colt blessed with all the beauty and power that can be expected. Memphis, who is markedly different from Cyan in that he doesn’t glow.

Why? Why has this…this whatever it is (Cyan isn’t sure what to refer to it in his mind and rather shamefully eludes mention of it altogether) not effected Memphis in the same way? And so, Cyan, driven now with an inexorable curiosity that propels him even away from his perpetual thoughts of the inexplicable Nightmare, toward his younger brother.

He doesn’t know what Memphis has heard of him. He’ll find out in a few seconds – carefully, my jet-black and acid-green young stallion observes the actions of his kin with all of the delicate scrutiny of the disaffected scientist, and if there should be an emotional component to the meeting, he buries it beneath layers and layers of inquisitive wonder and hypothetical musings. “Memphis?” he says, aware of the powerful Fire he can feel in Memphis – the familiar Fire of his parents, not this strange concoction of disagreeable elements that merge inside of him.

“I’m Cyan, your brother.” and now, with a somewhat humorless smile, he adds, “Congratulations – you escaped the Freak Gene.”

Which is not nearly the correct way of phrasing it, but, perhaps, for once, Cyan will refrain from dropping careless theories and terminologies that no one but him can understand. Perhaps he’ll be a brother, and not a scientist, a friend, and not a sociopath.

Or maybe not.

Right now, even he doesn’t know.

C Y A N;
break this empty shell forevermore;
FIRE III