10-31-2018, 07:37 AM
I had woken up nauseous this morning.
Not the best start to a crisp fall day, but such is the hand dealt to me by Fate. I had given up fighting it, and instead battle against another wave of sickness. I am grateful for the still-thick brush around me, which shields me from prying eyes. Not that there are any, I remind myself. I am ever grateful for this, for the absence of any strangers. The same has not been the case in my most recent home.
When I am feeling better and have rinsed my mouth with salty water from a cool spring, I begin to move back toward the border of the realm. It is where I had been heading in the first place, having risen just at dawn to complete a round of the perimeter. The habit has become a familiar one. I enjoy the time keeping guard and walking the paths that I had grown up on. Like my childhood, there are rarely any visitors.
Today though, seems destined to be different. At least a visitor is a better sort of surprise than morning sickness!
I stride around the bend in the trail that separates us, my wings held just slightly away from my sides. To accommodate my pregnant belly, perhaps, or to make my petite frame look even minutely more intimidating. There is little chance of that, I know, and it is confirmed by the sight of a larger stallion, equipped with self-colored black wings. The wind is against me and so I cannot catch the scent of him. I pause a comfortable distance from him, my head tilted and with a gentle smile on my navy blue mouth.
“Hello. Welcome to Loess. Can I help you?”
The long fall of my navy and white mane covers the worst of my scars, and I know that I appear to be small and unassuming. There is a brightness to my blue-grey gaze though, and an ever-ready alertness in the tension of my muscles. I am prepared, though for what I am never certain. Relaxation has not come easy to me of late.
Not the best start to a crisp fall day, but such is the hand dealt to me by Fate. I had given up fighting it, and instead battle against another wave of sickness. I am grateful for the still-thick brush around me, which shields me from prying eyes. Not that there are any, I remind myself. I am ever grateful for this, for the absence of any strangers. The same has not been the case in my most recent home.
When I am feeling better and have rinsed my mouth with salty water from a cool spring, I begin to move back toward the border of the realm. It is where I had been heading in the first place, having risen just at dawn to complete a round of the perimeter. The habit has become a familiar one. I enjoy the time keeping guard and walking the paths that I had grown up on. Like my childhood, there are rarely any visitors.
Today though, seems destined to be different. At least a visitor is a better sort of surprise than morning sickness!
I stride around the bend in the trail that separates us, my wings held just slightly away from my sides. To accommodate my pregnant belly, perhaps, or to make my petite frame look even minutely more intimidating. There is little chance of that, I know, and it is confirmed by the sight of a larger stallion, equipped with self-colored black wings. The wind is against me and so I cannot catch the scent of him. I pause a comfortable distance from him, my head tilted and with a gentle smile on my navy blue mouth.
“Hello. Welcome to Loess. Can I help you?”
The long fall of my navy and white mane covers the worst of my scars, and I know that I appear to be small and unassuming. There is a brightness to my blue-grey gaze though, and an ever-ready alertness in the tension of my muscles. I am prepared, though for what I am never certain. Relaxation has not come easy to me of late.
