where we break when our hearts are strong enough
The light is milky and soft as she makes her way through the meadow.
It is quiet out here at night, and she finds she likes it that way best. She likes the way that the meadow looks when it is hollowed out, the souls of the day having fled, scattering as the moon begins to reach its crest. It is poetic, she thinks. Almost lonely. Almost perfect. Trapped like an insect in amber. It’s preserved in this moment, and she sighs in relief, glad to be away from the too-close pressed bodies.
She doesn’t like when it gets too loud, too warm, too busy. It makes her heart flutter in her chest, the noise of it overwhelming. Perhaps, by now, she should be used to it, but she hasn’t found it in her yet. Even though she’s just now breaching adulthood, teetering on the edge of youth, she clings to her aloneness, not quite ready to be more social than is absolutely necessary. She skirts the crowds, peering her too large eyes out from underneath the indigo swath of her forelock. She keeps to herself. She remains isolated.
Except now, with the moon shining down on her, the silence echoing around her.
Here, she is alone and it is absolutely freeing.
She tips her head back, drinking it in, taking the moonlight deep into her lungs.
Her legs remain coltish and too long and they dance underneath her now as she playfully tosses her head, confident in this bubble of aloneness. She takes several dancing steps to the side before lifting into a graceful rear and then pushing off into a graceful gallop, letting her long limbs eat up the distance.
Her tail flags out behind her and she grins, enjoying the speed and night and the quiet.
we can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood
@[Rhaegor]