heaven help a fool who falls in love
Infrequently, Adalyn will dream of her own family. Under a starry sky, when she can see the constellations dancing around each other, she will close her eyes and picture her children dancing around each other. When she sees the look two lovers share, her restless heart often longs for that sort of exchange. In the spring, she watches as the swollen-bodied mothers seek out a safe place and watches the ripples of child labor roll across the bellies and her body aches for that type of pain.
It will be quite some time before the water girl settles down with her own family.
Her gypsy soul brings her to the Meadow. Adalyn thrives in the loud, busy atmospheres. She craves the passionate fire of life, the hustle and bustle of movement, the harsh noise that comes with many voices speaking at once. The water’s darling enjoys the Field, but the sense of desperation that clouds the location brings her closer to the Meadow. It is calmer here, emptier of the tenseness and fear of the Field.
The sun is warm on her back, almost to the point where she can feel dampness lingering on her skin. The black on her coat tends to absorb the heat, soaking in and spitting out a certain level of sweat. For now, it is thin and almost unnoticeable but she fears if she lingers in the sunshine for too much longer it will be worse. So she heads toward an elk tree, only noticing the stallion when her eyes enter the shade.
A reckless smile throws itself onto her lips. “I beg your pardon, sir. I didn’t realize this shade was already occupied.” Despite her wild heart, Adalyn still has her manners intact from her childhood parenting. “I’m Adalyn and I’d like to join you, if you don’t mind.”
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