12-05-2020, 10:58 PM
The day seems to inch along. The sun slowly rising higher and higher before it will begin to set. I am enjoying the scattered sunlight as it falls on me between the trees. I move deeper into the field, away from the trees, and let the heat sink deep into my bones. I am not old, but I feel ancient. Maybe that’s what happens when you lose your only love. I sigh softly and doze on and off, fighting the nightmares that come even in the midst of the day. I see the colt that was as cold as his mother, and the filly that had wings – wonderful, full-sized wings that she was learning to fly with. I heard hooves in the distance, and knew it was my tiny filly, chasing her brother. My eyes opened slowly, expecting to see them, playing tag, or chase, or exploring. As my vision cleared from the dozing, I saw a stranger and another tiny filly. She was, without a doubt, not mine.
That didn’t stop the small smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. Children were always a source of enjoyment for me, but not in that creepy way. I loved that they were always curious, always wanting to play and so full of energy. Maybe that was the trick to staying young for so long. Surround yourself with children, and you could live forever. The child approaches first, followed closely by her mother. I watch the mare, hoping she wasn’t up for a fight. I wasn’t much of a fighter. I had scars from times I refused to return blows. Instead of puffing up and trying to fight me, she simply speaks, and my ears perk forward, listening to what she had to say. She seemed just as sad as I felt inside, though perhaps that was just speculation from being alone so long.
Borderline and Memorie. I gave a short nod of my head, a simple gesture that said I heard, I understood. I was a man of few words, my voice gravelly on the best of days. You see, I don’t see the point in talking. I mean, if there was something important to say, I would say it, but the useless fluff was…well…useless. There was so much focus on talking, and so little focus on listening, that it was difficult to really know what anyone was saying. But I digress.
“Ankou.” It was simple. Two syllables. One word. My name. I was certain that the mare would understand, even if the child didn’t. I gave her a look that I hope was considered “soft.” I wanted her to know that I wasn’t a threat to her or her child, before lowering my head to look at the filly. Were my twins that small? Was she big for her age? Was she normal? It had been so long since I had been this close to a foal that I could feel my heart fluttering. I wanted so badly to nuzzle my own children; but they were gone. As gone as yesterday, or the exploded star. They would not be coming back, and I had to find a way to move past it.
I did the only thing I could think of – I smiled at the child.
@[Borderline]
That didn’t stop the small smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. Children were always a source of enjoyment for me, but not in that creepy way. I loved that they were always curious, always wanting to play and so full of energy. Maybe that was the trick to staying young for so long. Surround yourself with children, and you could live forever. The child approaches first, followed closely by her mother. I watch the mare, hoping she wasn’t up for a fight. I wasn’t much of a fighter. I had scars from times I refused to return blows. Instead of puffing up and trying to fight me, she simply speaks, and my ears perk forward, listening to what she had to say. She seemed just as sad as I felt inside, though perhaps that was just speculation from being alone so long.
Borderline and Memorie. I gave a short nod of my head, a simple gesture that said I heard, I understood. I was a man of few words, my voice gravelly on the best of days. You see, I don’t see the point in talking. I mean, if there was something important to say, I would say it, but the useless fluff was…well…useless. There was so much focus on talking, and so little focus on listening, that it was difficult to really know what anyone was saying. But I digress.
“Ankou.” It was simple. Two syllables. One word. My name. I was certain that the mare would understand, even if the child didn’t. I gave her a look that I hope was considered “soft.” I wanted her to know that I wasn’t a threat to her or her child, before lowering my head to look at the filly. Were my twins that small? Was she big for her age? Was she normal? It had been so long since I had been this close to a foal that I could feel my heart fluttering. I wanted so badly to nuzzle my own children; but they were gone. As gone as yesterday, or the exploded star. They would not be coming back, and I had to find a way to move past it.
I did the only thing I could think of – I smiled at the child.
@[Borderline]