Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Truth be told, the little "girl" was well on her way to three years old, making her more of a mare than a filly. Yet at times, her youthful spirit became apparent; and this was one of those times.
The dark overo girl had never spent long away from her father, Kavi. The old man was tender and kind, sweet and warm and husky like the sunset on the porch of your childhood, in the old rocking chair with the cat sitting on your lap. That's how Kavi was to Kagerus; and now? Now she was left in essential nothingness, except it was cold, and scary, and if she were to reach out, only bad things could she possibly meet.
So she did not move.
That is, she did not move until she heard his call - one that trembled with the same fear that she felt deep in her gut, one of utter displacement, discomfort, and blindness. Little did she know just how blind he truly was. Turning her wide nutmeg eyes to the young colt, Kagerus whinnied again. He heard her call and answered; and although he was not Kavi, the little Arabian finds his presence a gift.
"It's me," she spluttered quietly, thoughts flurrying too rapidly for proper organization into logical and sequential language. "I, I'm right here," her legs were carrying her towards him then, too quickly and too nervously. She wasn't good at being alone, and normally she would not trust so easily - but in this remote nothing-land, his small and kindred presence was all she had.
Her smooth shoulder bumped into his then, softly, but it did. She did not attempt to detach herself from the boy, however, and instead reached forward and nuzzled his buckskin nose, exhaling jitterishly towards him.
"Can we go somewhere? It's so open."
The dark overo girl had never spent long away from her father, Kavi. The old man was tender and kind, sweet and warm and husky like the sunset on the porch of your childhood, in the old rocking chair with the cat sitting on your lap. That's how Kavi was to Kagerus; and now? Now she was left in essential nothingness, except it was cold, and scary, and if she were to reach out, only bad things could she possibly meet.
So she did not move.
That is, she did not move until she heard his call - one that trembled with the same fear that she felt deep in her gut, one of utter displacement, discomfort, and blindness. Little did she know just how blind he truly was. Turning her wide nutmeg eyes to the young colt, Kagerus whinnied again. He heard her call and answered; and although he was not Kavi, the little Arabian finds his presence a gift.
"It's me," she spluttered quietly, thoughts flurrying too rapidly for proper organization into logical and sequential language. "I, I'm right here," her legs were carrying her towards him then, too quickly and too nervously. She wasn't good at being alone, and normally she would not trust so easily - but in this remote nothing-land, his small and kindred presence was all she had.
Her smooth shoulder bumped into his then, softly, but it did. She did not attempt to detach herself from the boy, however, and instead reached forward and nuzzled his buckskin nose, exhaling jitterishly towards him.
"Can we go somewhere? It's so open."
Kagerus
sweet nothing
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