10-24-2016, 06:35 PM
aletta relaxes in her little spot - not that she has been uneasy or overanxious. but beqanna has its own unique hum of life that aletta wasn't familiar with. while her mountaintop had its consoling breezes and remote beauty, beqanna seemed to almost vibrate with life. but it seemed everywhere her eyes fell, there was another horse, some scene of life being played out before her.
it was in those moments that something caught in her peripheral vision. for a brief moment, she thought it was a shadow. and then the shadow lost its blurry lines and emerged as something dark and solid. there was something off about the dark mare, and aletta couldn't place it. she was almost like a storybook character displaced into the wrong story. but her words came off soft and silken, and aletta found herself speaking.
"i'm not sure," she replies hesitantly. for what is she really to say? that this place drew her in like a moth to the flame, and now that she was here, she was as adrift as she she had ever been? her gaze flickers around the field again and rests back on violence. "i was once told that those who wander are never really lost."
it was in those moments that something caught in her peripheral vision. for a brief moment, she thought it was a shadow. and then the shadow lost its blurry lines and emerged as something dark and solid. there was something off about the dark mare, and aletta couldn't place it. she was almost like a storybook character displaced into the wrong story. but her words came off soft and silken, and aletta found herself speaking.
"i'm not sure," she replies hesitantly. for what is she really to say? that this place drew her in like a moth to the flame, and now that she was here, she was as adrift as she she had ever been? her gaze flickers around the field again and rests back on violence. "i was once told that those who wander are never really lost."
aletta
the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.