[open] Nothing matters but the pain when you’re alone [any]

[Borderline]

despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came

Perhaps I was beginning to feel the eagerness a little more strongly. I could almost taste it on my tongue as soon as the words had left my lips, and I can feel myself beginning to tremble–though it is almost imperceptible. If it was perceptible, I could always tell her that I was starting to get cold, and that perhaps winter wasn’t the best time to be playing in the water. Luckily, it wasn’t that cold. I realize that my thoughts are beginning to wander, so I bring it back.


I watch the older mare very carefully, trying to gauge her emotions, trying to take in every micro expression, scanning for some sort of hint that this could be too good to be true. Would she give me a home, or would she suddenly laugh at me and tell me that no one loves me and that I should just jump off a cliff? I realize once more that my thoughts are wandering, and I bring them back to the chestnut mare.


She seems genuine, this red mare with the golden symbol on her shoulder. Her expression shows concern and a hint of regret for my living situation. Then she asks if I would like somewhere to go. I could have danced back out of the water. Actually, I practically do, though it is less elegant and marked by excitement rather than playfulness. “I would love somewhere to go!” I say, practically squealing.


In my excitement, I accidentally splash the other mare, and when I realize this, I back away a step and lower my head in embarrassment, and a lock of my scraggly blue mane drapes into my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I say, rather contrite now. Would she still want someone as clumsy as me coming home with her, now?

borderline

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@[lilliana] don’t worry about it. I’ve been gone so long and been out of practice that I feel like I am way less eloquent in my writing than everyone else! Lol