01-22-2020, 03:09 PM
There was only so much sulking that could be done in one place, and Taiga had seen more than her fair share of Breckin’s brooding. It was time to take her latest dismal talents elsewhere for a time, and give the fog riddled land a well-earned rest. It was the least she could do for her makeshift home, the flora and fauna had listened to her when there had been no one else - something to confide in when the worries and questions threatened to reclaim her in its darkness. A reprieve was only a small kindness for what was deserved, but it was all she could offer.
Following the swoops and lulls of the increasingly dramatic bends along the way, the river guided her south. Though the water’s path continued past the foothills, she did not, diverting her path deeper into the thickets of wood until she was certain she was beyond speculation and the voices of friendly exchange.
New scenery for the exact same sulking.
Perfect.
For a time the thin leopard mare manages to temper the thoughts with mindless ambling, trailing her nose over the stale autumn and young spring litter along an overgrown deer path. Burs clung to her ruddy mane and the pine boughs bent to allow her by, all the while anxiety chiseled slowly, methodically to release her caged worries. To the observer, the breakthrough is insignificant, and the speckled woman does nothing more than stop moving. But the clench of her heart and wave of grief that accompanies it overtakes her, making it feel as though the world broke to dust and crumbled underneath her.
In spite of the tension that settled like a mantle across her shoulders, she noticed the shift in shadows and the cry of unsettled birds fleeing their perches within a stone’s toss of where she stood. “You might as well come closer,” she sang stoically, her head rising to glance past the treeline through hooded eyes, “I don’t have the energy to keep you from satisfying your righteous curiosity.”
Following the swoops and lulls of the increasingly dramatic bends along the way, the river guided her south. Though the water’s path continued past the foothills, she did not, diverting her path deeper into the thickets of wood until she was certain she was beyond speculation and the voices of friendly exchange.
New scenery for the exact same sulking.
Perfect.
For a time the thin leopard mare manages to temper the thoughts with mindless ambling, trailing her nose over the stale autumn and young spring litter along an overgrown deer path. Burs clung to her ruddy mane and the pine boughs bent to allow her by, all the while anxiety chiseled slowly, methodically to release her caged worries. To the observer, the breakthrough is insignificant, and the speckled woman does nothing more than stop moving. But the clench of her heart and wave of grief that accompanies it overtakes her, making it feel as though the world broke to dust and crumbled underneath her.
In spite of the tension that settled like a mantle across her shoulders, she noticed the shift in shadows and the cry of unsettled birds fleeing their perches within a stone’s toss of where she stood. “You might as well come closer,” she sang stoically, her head rising to glance past the treeline through hooded eyes, “I don’t have the energy to keep you from satisfying your righteous curiosity.”