05-23-2018, 08:06 PM
Spring has arrived in Beqanna, and the scent of the wildflowers is accompanied by the scent of afterbirth and foalhood. The wind blows briskly through the trees, not yet has the land let go of winter entirely. Robbed of my thick coat I am left shuddering in the midst of lavender and multi toned peonies. I await her , and if she is anything like I remember I know I wont be left waiting long.
With a whispering breath I turn my head, silver tendrils falling away from my face as I drink in the sight of the meadow. Its is gorgeous and quiet, only the lingering scent of those long passed accompanies me. Today I am three.
As in my youth I am unabashed to state that I am beautiful. I had been blessed with knowledge and distance from the far corners of the world. And then she appears, more beautiful to me then she may believe she truly is.
"Hi Mom."
How am I to tell her? Certainly she would be proud of me when I admitted my prolonged absence. Maybe she would be disappointed I wouldn't return with her. She was a mysterious creature my mother.
With a whispering breath I turn my head, silver tendrils falling away from my face as I drink in the sight of the meadow. Its is gorgeous and quiet, only the lingering scent of those long passed accompanies me. Today I am three.
As in my youth I am unabashed to state that I am beautiful. I had been blessed with knowledge and distance from the far corners of the world. And then she appears, more beautiful to me then she may believe she truly is.
"Hi Mom."
How am I to tell her? Certainly she would be proud of me when I admitted my prolonged absence. Maybe she would be disappointed I wouldn't return with her. She was a mysterious creature my mother.
@[Scorch]