to find freedom, avelina

[Avelina]

Avelina’s already smiling when he approaches, warmth turning her green eyes into the colour of spring leaves illuminated by sunshine. He’s beautiful - this star-dusted colt - and so unlike anyone she has ever met because of it. Is he a piece of the night sky, animated out of her desire to have a new friend? It’s easy to believe. Her mother had told her the story of how she had returned from the stars, from the afterlife, all those years ago (though out of kindness, Agetta neglected to mention she had come back to battle Avelina’s father). The black filly feels plain next to him, but it’s not enough to cause her discomfort. Avelina rejoices in their differences. His greeting is a funny one, and she realizes she hadn’t even noticed the relative quiet. Most of her life was like this, afternoons and evenings stretched in companionable silence with her brother or listening to quiet stories from their mother. Her voice is soft when she replies, the type of voice that is at home with the swaying grasses and gentle breezes of the meadow. “You don’t like the quiet?” avelina

@[isakov]