Eurwen
in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Oh, oh, Mama is surely mad. If possible, she would like to shrink now please. Or fade into a puff of smoke! But the firm line on the spotted mare’s face is still there when she peeks, and when a question is asked, she seriously thinks about it...
She shakes her head. No, she doesn’t want to scare her mother with the image of monsters eating grownups and babies alike - of ripping those monsters apart with her cousins by Heartfire, to set these horses free. No, she doesn’t want to show her mother that she had been a prime-looking adult, and then wasn’t, moments later. But she can show her something else?
Tentitatively, she looks at the too-neutral face before her. Something else then. Her ears and gaze flick around until she settles on some pebbles, and she pulls them over. ”I can do this now.” she says softly, almost not bearing to look into her mother’s eyes - so she focuses back on the small rocks she had brought up between them.
She shakes her head. No, she doesn’t want to scare her mother with the image of monsters eating grownups and babies alike - of ripping those monsters apart with her cousins by Heartfire, to set these horses free. No, she doesn’t want to show her mother that she had been a prime-looking adult, and then wasn’t, moments later. But she can show her something else?
Tentitatively, she looks at the too-neutral face before her. Something else then. Her ears and gaze flick around until she settles on some pebbles, and she pulls them over. ”I can do this now.” she says softly, almost not bearing to look into her mother’s eyes - so she focuses back on the small rocks she had brought up between them.
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
in the spring becomes the rose
@[Breckin]