01-22-2018, 11:41 AM
It was true that Saedís had not yet accepted Beqanna as her home: despite its moon-soft grass and whisper-strong trees, there was also an overlay of loneliness the peaceful land brought her, and the eternal emptiness that seemed to be her curse. But how long will you dwell in dreams, child? This place is for new beginnings, and the sooner you let go, the sooner you fall into arms that only wish to hold you. She wanted to believe it so badly, and with each passing day a little more of her regret faded with the evening stars, and she awoke more resplendent.
The meadows would never hold the ocean’s splendor, but neither did the sea hold the warmth that Dawn brought Beqanna. And standing in the field with her newfound friends, echoes of starsky and nightfrost, her eye delighted over the quiet sounds of the earth, the sing-song of birds, and the murmurs of others as they met and greeted each other, Saedís decides that she wants to make this place home, too. She listens with rapt attention to Wound´s words about the stallions, and if she was capable of it she might have envied the other mare the obvious way in which she handles such difficulties but the thought slips away like water on the sand. Instead she is breeze-gentle and pewter bright, and she returns the kindness shown to her.
”Thank you, Wound – for telling us all these things. “
Her voice is sincere and she smiles softly in her gratefulness. For a second she has it in her mind what it would be like to stay here alone. And she, Saedís, young and thin-limbed and delicate as her mother was, is ready to rid herself of that blanket of solitude. Perhaps the curse of trusting has turned profitable this time. She wants to curl up under the watchful eye of Wound and stay there until the world is less frightening; until she has regained her memories and her strength. She wants to indulge in the story that dances just below the warmth of those eyes - just out of her reach. She turns to Enniska then, making sure that she too has heeded the warning. There are similarities between them - in the gentle sound of their voice and the quiet diffidence of their gaze - and Saedís can feel a kinship with her.
But it is not until Wound speaks of her home, that Saedís rotund eyes begin to glimmer again; this time with curiosity. Tephra. The word is a honey-soft promise to her ears, and she shivers with excitement, she casts a quick glance in Enniskas direction – hoping that her other companion too, will find the idea enticing, for she has no intentions of parting with her so soon.
”Won´t you take us there, Wound? To show us your home.” A melody for the breeze, a dance of child´s laughter on the wind.