I write to you on my final morning before returning to the studio. A light frost covers the entire mountainside heralding the coming of colder weather. The cup of camping coffee I hold in my hands is a welcome warmth as well as a vivid reminder of the trips we took with our parents long ago into the woods and highlands of Scotland. Father standing over the campfire, checking his small coffee pot to ensure the beverage was strong enough and the grounds did not infuse into the fragrant liquid at the bottom of the contraption. I do not have such a coffee producer, but the small press I do have works almost as well and no chance of unwanted residue in the bottom of my cup is an added bonus. The clear skies create the ideal conditions for these cold mornings and also present the most amazing views of the Equine. I found it near impossible to go to bed last night and leave the spectacle of the creature to the night. The creative mind within me was stirring and I sketched the Anomaly well into the early hours of the morning. I finally pulled myself away from my work when the frozen grass crinkled beneath my hand as I adjusted my position on the ground. The action wrested me out of my stupor, making me aware how cold and late it had become. It was not a waste as a study of my night’s work this morning has proven enlightening. Although my renditions are only in charcoal the surprising additions to the Equine form are increased in details I was previously not cognizant to in earlier versions. I am aching to return to the studio to work again with my colors and also to study the new acquisitions from this expedition. Yesterday I found another source of turquoise and a small sample of aquamarine. The aquamarine is not a sufficient enough quantity for a paint source but will be adequate for a tint and chemical analyses. I am reluctant to leave the area without additional samples but I must return today as my supplies are depleted and Addison will be expecting my arrival.
I have continued my study of the journal each evening when I returned from my explorations. The entrancing entries send my mind wondering in new directions and offer strange emotions to play along with the described visions as they unfold. I will transcribe another short offering in this letter as it helps me to interpret the meaning of my rambling words in the journal. The following conversation was located about halfway through the book. The material between this entry and the first one I reproduced earlier is only a collection of my thoughts on our project and how the move to New London has affected my life. It seems to really be the ramblings of my fever induced subconscious justifying my departure from Earth and the abandoning of our parents. I did not find anything truly helpful with these entries other than the guilty conscious of a sick woman so I will not include these in my corresponse to you. What follows is the next entry from the point of view of the Equine.
There is a sense of life nearby this emerging point. Complicated minds with the ability to comprehend exist within mental reach. The hunger for communication on any scale is almost an overwhelming sensation, threatening to overpower the logic needed to remain stable. The anticipation of contact after being denied for so many millennia eclipses all other thoughts. The transmitted wavelength is subtle but produces an immediate reaction in the nearest creature it encounters as a small vision of it’s form is sent into the mind. A violent mental withdrawal is sensed proving that the vision is too much for the simple mind to comprehend and she withdraws the touch. There was present only an instinctive quality within this creature’s mind and she decides to search for another possibly better candidate. Slowly she expands her probe further afield and senses a scattering of thoughts and energies more focused of purpose than mere survival. Three spherical bodies orbit the blazing heat source in this quadrant and the source of these cognizant energies is on one of these orbs. She focuses on each separately and finds the object of her search. The orb closest to the star contains the comprehensive cerebrums she is seeking. Not all are pleasant to perceive but a handful emit energy and wavelengths that please her.
I have transcribed the entry word for word as it is written in my journal. I catch myself correcting the entries into proper grammatical form as I read but since this changes the significance of what transpires I have resisted this impulse. I feel myself drawn into the mind of the Equine as I study the pages and experience the raw emotions portrayed by the creature during the revelation of its first moments after emergence. I am uncertain if the feminine nomenclature is inferred by the Equine itself or if my own impression of the communication gave that designation to the conversation. I have never felt any type of gender related influence from my experiences with the Anomaly so I believe this is only my own mind sorting out the plethora of information transmitted by the creature during my illness. I will have to discuss this with Katryna as she has never referred to any type of gender related interaction within her readings. I have believed all along since you placed the seed within my thoughts that the Anomaly was an intelligent being but I designated it as a neutral creature neither feminine nor masculine. I believe I will retain that impression as I sense the Equine is beyond our ability to label it with such a binding concept as gender. It is apart from our understanding and to succumb to these conclusion we are falling short of the true appreciation of its nature.
I must stop now and pack away my camp for the trip down to the studio. I have achieved what I set out to do here and am now ready to return to work.
I remain your loving sister.