07-14-2018, 10:14 AM
Wandering. It almost felt to be a permanent state for her as she found it impossible to cease her tireless attempt to escape her guilt. The pounding of her heart thumped in tune to the pull that urged her to return to that moment of time. It felt like it could almost be too easy, to return back to the days when she would wake at his side and feel the warmth of him. Exhaling she hated to accept the complexity of their relations. Despite her growing desire, she could not bring herself to reveal to him the truth of her growing middle - and he had been blissfully ignorant to it. She knew she had remained there too long, embracing the ease that was her nightly return to his always eager embrace. Perhaps that painted her as slut - but the magnetism that was their attraction was undeniable.
Lost within the blue of sky, she followed the length of the river, accosted by a swarm of memories of her first meeting with Svedka. It had been midwinter when she had peeled herself out of his grasp. Hardly able to convince herself that their growing child had nothing to do with her sudden need for space. Alone, she had been tormented by nightmares nightly - forced to relive the cruelty that was the memory of her son's birth and death. Though, instead of his cream colored frame, a miniature of Svedka lay in a precious heap. Lifeless. Waves of panic would wake her - gifting her with another day to cling to her foal's small signs of life. With all that was within her, Nymf knew that she could not deliver the child near the place where she had bid farewell to her son. And so, she wandered, avoiding the coastal plain.
Swooping low, her eyes drank in the sight of the slowly thawing river. The rise in temperature was barely noticeable, but she caught glimpses of its evidences upon the land. Effortlessly her hooves met the slush that made up the ground with a shock of cold sent up the length of her legs. Wind whipped through the trees, icy as it drifted off the face if the river and wrapped her in his lingering scent. Even after so much time remnants if him clung to her. Stumbling forward she exhaled, her body trailing alongside the trickling body of water. Absently, her mind wandered as she walked. Rounding the bend a glimmer of light caught her attention. Blue eyes snapped to focus onto a lone milky figure belonging to another as she paced, clearly troubled by her thoughts. Nymf could relate. Like the cremello, the mare sported a brightly lit pair of wings - seemingly composed of the suns light as they glimmered with every movement made.
Hesitant to disrupt whatever plagued the mare, Nymf maintained the distance between them.
Lost within the blue of sky, she followed the length of the river, accosted by a swarm of memories of her first meeting with Svedka. It had been midwinter when she had peeled herself out of his grasp. Hardly able to convince herself that their growing child had nothing to do with her sudden need for space. Alone, she had been tormented by nightmares nightly - forced to relive the cruelty that was the memory of her son's birth and death. Though, instead of his cream colored frame, a miniature of Svedka lay in a precious heap. Lifeless. Waves of panic would wake her - gifting her with another day to cling to her foal's small signs of life. With all that was within her, Nymf knew that she could not deliver the child near the place where she had bid farewell to her son. And so, she wandered, avoiding the coastal plain.
Swooping low, her eyes drank in the sight of the slowly thawing river. The rise in temperature was barely noticeable, but she caught glimpses of its evidences upon the land. Effortlessly her hooves met the slush that made up the ground with a shock of cold sent up the length of her legs. Wind whipped through the trees, icy as it drifted off the face if the river and wrapped her in his lingering scent. Even after so much time remnants if him clung to her. Stumbling forward she exhaled, her body trailing alongside the trickling body of water. Absently, her mind wandered as she walked. Rounding the bend a glimmer of light caught her attention. Blue eyes snapped to focus onto a lone milky figure belonging to another as she paced, clearly troubled by her thoughts. Nymf could relate. Like the cremello, the mare sported a brightly lit pair of wings - seemingly composed of the suns light as they glimmered with every movement made.
Hesitant to disrupt whatever plagued the mare, Nymf maintained the distance between them.
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
@[Ilma]