08-08-2015, 04:03 AM
I had never been told much when I was but a child. A fantasy setting of prince charming and dashing Knights. I was not the lithe princesses of such tales, just the clumsy titanic beast of red. Just Eld. I was just Eld. So when Chezter tells me such things, my eyes swell with damp tears, my body feels like stone and lead.
'I didn't mean to offend you, Chezter. It is just so sudden and I... I don't know what to say.' the lump in my throat finally settles and my eyes return to the glossy shine of emerald. I shake my head, letting ribbons of Crimson mane fall across my neck, my face.
'You think because Texas gave me Akos, I love him? I'm sorry Chezter but love is something stronger than just bearing a child. I don't even know what love is. Texas is a good man, I owe him much for giving me my beautiful child, but love? I dare not think that any are capable of loving me.' my tugly ears turn back against my crown, a little defeated. What do I say, would could possibly be said when someone has practically thrown their heart at you? I feel the weighty burden of regret sit just behind my sloping shoulders.
'Chezter, please. I don't know what to say but how, how can you think you love me?' I recall the same question my mother had asked my father and he rolled his shoulders and said nothing. I shivered at the thought, I was young, I was.. Look at me, I'm not a lithe goddess of flowers and beauty, I was just Eld. Becoming quite distressed at the idea I called, perhaps a little too loudly. Aggravated by myself and now by Chezter. How could he love me? Did he even know what those words meant? Soul and heart, body and mind. You just couldn't give them freely out, like chocolates or flowers.
'Chezter, I think you are confused. I am sorry if I led you on somehow but... I, I'm sorry.' earlobes pin against my crown, and my tail snaps against my hocks. He's walking away, leaving me to stifle on the fire he has stoked.
'I didn't mean to offend you, Chezter. It is just so sudden and I... I don't know what to say.' the lump in my throat finally settles and my eyes return to the glossy shine of emerald. I shake my head, letting ribbons of Crimson mane fall across my neck, my face.
'You think because Texas gave me Akos, I love him? I'm sorry Chezter but love is something stronger than just bearing a child. I don't even know what love is. Texas is a good man, I owe him much for giving me my beautiful child, but love? I dare not think that any are capable of loving me.' my tugly ears turn back against my crown, a little defeated. What do I say, would could possibly be said when someone has practically thrown their heart at you? I feel the weighty burden of regret sit just behind my sloping shoulders.
'Chezter, please. I don't know what to say but how, how can you think you love me?' I recall the same question my mother had asked my father and he rolled his shoulders and said nothing. I shivered at the thought, I was young, I was.. Look at me, I'm not a lithe goddess of flowers and beauty, I was just Eld. Becoming quite distressed at the idea I called, perhaps a little too loudly. Aggravated by myself and now by Chezter. How could he love me? Did he even know what those words meant? Soul and heart, body and mind. You just couldn't give them freely out, like chocolates or flowers.
'Chezter, I think you are confused. I am sorry if I led you on somehow but... I, I'm sorry.' earlobes pin against my crown, and my tail snaps against my hocks. He's walking away, leaving me to stifle on the fire he has stoked.
