Behave yourself little Darling ( Magnus, Johnathen, Any)

[Becca]

(It can be dawn Now... Sorry for the late Response..)

The Golden Princess

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around

Becca closed her eyes feeling his weight upon her barrel made her feel comforting, as she closed her periwinkle eyes, and drifted to sleep. She peacefully dreamt of strangely of all things flying, she had never had the calling towards it yet in her dream as she lifted off the ground it gave her this daunting feeling of doing something. Although in her dream she had no idea how she sprouted wings, nor earned them none the less it was simply a dream, for soon enough this fantasy would just be a faithful dreamland, a safe place for the forgotten, and a home for a party of one.

While she slept, the sky began to brighten turning into vibrant pinks, purples and yellows as dawn began to broke proclaiming it's presence among all. It peaked over the coast allowing the horizon of water to shimmer in it's bright shadow, still asleep the mare scooted herself against the strangely warm snow, she found it comforting as a pillow, yet there was an emptiness beside her as if something was missing. What was missing exactly was the problem, she had no clue whom or what was missing until it flashed into her brain. It was her child, her beloved colt, Johnathen.

Opening periwinkle blue eyes, golden eyelashes batted the sleep within her eyes. Rising her dark chocolate head she hailed a whinney to her beloved colt for him to return back to her side in the safety of her guidance. Slowly she gathered herself together rising from the soft pillow of frigid snow, she shook the residue of frost off her burgundy coat, her deformed heart like star, shimmered in the little rays of sunlight that began to peak through the rows of trees that protected them from dangers beyond.

Tilting her head she didn't hear a response, did he perhaps wander too far? Or simply found some of the foals of the kingdom, to fool around with as he should. Haling once more she spoke loudly, "Johnathen? Where are you?" striding forwards she pawed at the snow patiently awaiting her dear boy's response hoping he hadn't of gone far from where they had slept last night. innerly she looked around for her colt, he couldn't of gone far... She thought wearily as she wandered deeper into the forest.

becca

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