thought we built a dynasty
that heaven couldn't shake
that heaven couldn't shake
The midmorning sun warmed the dark brown fur of the older filly and pulled her out of sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and hefted her body off the ground, her long legs making the motion a little awkward. Dew from the grass clung to her in delicate droplets and she shook from head to tail to expel the moisture, finishing with a kick of a hind leg. With a small snort, she gazed around the den at her nameless fellows.
She had wandered into this place the night prior and had promptly collapsed in an exhausted heap. Feeling refreshed from the night's sleep, the brown filly snuffled her way around the grass at her feet in order to get something into her belly. Every once in a while she would look at her surroundings, sighing in a sort of bittersweet happiness whenever one of the other orphans was plucked from this nest by a prospective guardian. She was particularly happy for the much younger ones who needed a parent figure's protection immediately.
She wondered who she might meet here, thinking of various scenarios as she rubbed her face against her white foreleg. Ever the optimist, and feeling particularly peppy in the warmth of the spring morning, a high-pitched squeal escaped her and she took off around the den in a canter, throwing in a couple bucks here and there for the fun of it. She continued with the burst of energy for a few minutes, stopping finally for a satisfying roll in a patch of dirt, opting to simply laze on her belly and clip at the grass and clovers tickling her knees.
degas
immortal child