Patchouli
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The golden boy shivers, already numb to the bone. What have you gotten yourself into Patch? He often wonders to himself, his winter coat taking entirely too long to thicken, coming in much too thin to survive this place, he is certain. Often the palomino can be found huddled in a cave, curled up next to a wall of ice, or just plain attempting to hide from the cold. Cold, much too cold here. He would be particularly amazed if he managed to survive his first winter here, already he was frigid and hungry.
Patchouli doesn't recall if his Mother ever offered him a single loving embrace. Surely just one? Ever heard of love at first sight? Well, Patch was disappointment at first sight, bearing no trace of the serpent like his Dam. Instead his golden coat had been freckled with bend, patches of brown where none should have been. He watches silently as an unusual marked mare drops two children off at their borders, urging them forward with gentle hugs and kisses.
One seems eager to come, or at least wills himself to appear so. The other prolongs the goodbyes until he has been drug too far away. Brothers, he guesses but he knows nothing of spending time with his brothers, let alone wishing their Mother farewell in sadness.
She never wanted him in the first place, he was utterly useless to her. So useless that with time, he had begun to think the very same. That's why Patchouli has wandered so much, always feeling out of place or mediocre in a world of brilliance. Here at least, this remote Kingdom, no one seemed to judge him. No one cared that Patch was spotted and traitless, they didn't mind his laid back ways and lack of fight.
"Hey kids, what happenin'?" his smooth smokey voice calls out, eyes linked on the big one, the one in lead. His body racks with shivers as he trembles against the cold, already looking miserable today, yet somehow he always sounds happy.
Patchouli doesn't recall if his Mother ever offered him a single loving embrace. Surely just one? Ever heard of love at first sight? Well, Patch was disappointment at first sight, bearing no trace of the serpent like his Dam. Instead his golden coat had been freckled with bend, patches of brown where none should have been. He watches silently as an unusual marked mare drops two children off at their borders, urging them forward with gentle hugs and kisses.
One seems eager to come, or at least wills himself to appear so. The other prolongs the goodbyes until he has been drug too far away. Brothers, he guesses but he knows nothing of spending time with his brothers, let alone wishing their Mother farewell in sadness.
She never wanted him in the first place, he was utterly useless to her. So useless that with time, he had begun to think the very same. That's why Patchouli has wandered so much, always feeling out of place or mediocre in a world of brilliance. Here at least, this remote Kingdom, no one seemed to judge him. No one cared that Patch was spotted and traitless, they didn't mind his laid back ways and lack of fight.
"Hey kids, what happenin'?" his smooth smokey voice calls out, eyes linked on the big one, the one in lead. His body racks with shivers as he trembles against the cold, already looking miserable today, yet somehow he always sounds happy.
it is better to conquer yourself, than to win a thousand battles