The den had never been an ideal place she would so willingly go to. However, this particularly day she did not let her thoughts guide her but the ones that had given her a sense of excitement and happiness. It was the same instinct she had followed as a child on her many adventures. Her adventures had always led her to somewhere grand and breathtaking. It was a childish thing to do, but Lucrezia knew nothing of this new world. If she was to learn anything new about it she would have to return to her old instincts. The same way she had learned about the old world as a young filly.
It is only in passing, making her way through the den, that a familiar scent catches her attention. The peafowl mare comes to a direct halt. The fragrance has quickly come and gone in an instant. Her colored nutmeg gaze flickers hastily around her. Lucrezia is anything but cautious as she looks in the shadows of the den and in the distance from her. She knows this scent. The memories are so vivid in her mind, but still there is a blur as each memory comes to play in her mind that this scent belongs to. This scent is old, part of a world she no longer clings onto, but something in her clings heavily on this old but fresh scent.
Lucrezia moves here and there as she smells for the scent again and again. Her ears pin back against her skull in frustration as her eyes narrow. She cannot seem to find the scent again. It was clearly lost as quickly as it had come. Yet, a gentle breeze picks up, and by fate the scent gently touches the end of her nostrils. Lucrezia grasps onto the smell and lunges forward in the direction it comes, with the wind guiding her towards it.
Each step forward brings a more precise and strong scent into her nose. It pushes her to move faster on the trail it leads her to. Lucrezia does not question following the old, but familiar scent as it leads her down a path of unknowing. She has always followed such a path, a path that perhaps fate had guided for her at this very time as she pushes pass the tangled of leaves into the hollow. The scent is stronger than ever here. I found you! She laughs silently to herself playfully.
She abruptly comes to a stop as the scene unfolds before her. A red stallion, mare, and young filly. “No one is moving.” are words she hears matching an old and familiar memory. Lucrezia doesn’t need any more clues to figure out what has led her to here. And to whom! She is surprised to see the sight of the red boy. A boy who certainly was not a boy anymore. And she was no longer the winged mare since they had last seen each other. “FOOL!” She says harshly with narrowed eyes. “What are YOU doing?!”
It is only in passing, making her way through the den, that a familiar scent catches her attention. The peafowl mare comes to a direct halt. The fragrance has quickly come and gone in an instant. Her colored nutmeg gaze flickers hastily around her. Lucrezia is anything but cautious as she looks in the shadows of the den and in the distance from her. She knows this scent. The memories are so vivid in her mind, but still there is a blur as each memory comes to play in her mind that this scent belongs to. This scent is old, part of a world she no longer clings onto, but something in her clings heavily on this old but fresh scent.
Lucrezia moves here and there as she smells for the scent again and again. Her ears pin back against her skull in frustration as her eyes narrow. She cannot seem to find the scent again. It was clearly lost as quickly as it had come. Yet, a gentle breeze picks up, and by fate the scent gently touches the end of her nostrils. Lucrezia grasps onto the smell and lunges forward in the direction it comes, with the wind guiding her towards it.
Each step forward brings a more precise and strong scent into her nose. It pushes her to move faster on the trail it leads her to. Lucrezia does not question following the old, but familiar scent as it leads her down a path of unknowing. She has always followed such a path, a path that perhaps fate had guided for her at this very time as she pushes pass the tangled of leaves into the hollow. The scent is stronger than ever here. I found you! She laughs silently to herself playfully.
She abruptly comes to a stop as the scene unfolds before her. A red stallion, mare, and young filly. “No one is moving.” are words she hears matching an old and familiar memory. Lucrezia doesn’t need any more clues to figure out what has led her to here. And to whom! She is surprised to see the sight of the red boy. A boy who certainly was not a boy anymore. And she was no longer the winged mare since they had last seen each other. “FOOL!” She says harshly with narrowed eyes. “What are YOU doing?!”
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