04-16-2021, 01:46 PM
EIRLYS
Crisp air nips at her nose as she wanders, aimlessly, amongst the fields. Baby blue eyes roll to send a brief glance up at the sky. The serene hue of the cloudless atmosphere is nearly just the same shade as her crystalline orbs. She snorts and rests her gaze back upon the trail she treads. As calming as it honestly all is, with the leaves falling around her and the robins twittering, she doesn’t feel happy. Because, in Eirlys’s rather stoic opinion, there is a sharp line that divides the two emotions: happy and bouncy versus relaxed and contented.
And, to be fair, she is content overall. Content with life, maybe. But the actual deep-seated emotions as a separate deal are a whole other story. A thing that reasoned her trek out into the Meadow. After everything that has happened back home, those miles and miles away, how should she be all smiley and.... well, content. Calming down seemed almost impossible now at this point.
So, with that said, she just halts to stand, flanks heaving, atop a patch of dark grass. It is lush, the dew-sprinkles blades tickling past her hocks. Her eyes blink wide, as she recalls the previous, yet recent events that have flown past her life. The memories come rushing in like a tsunami of sorts, drowning her. Engulfing her in their shrouding shots of agony. Perhaps some other horse will arrive to notice her, as she stands quivering in the field. Even so, what good would such an encounter do.
And, to be fair, she is content overall. Content with life, maybe. But the actual deep-seated emotions as a separate deal are a whole other story. A thing that reasoned her trek out into the Meadow. After everything that has happened back home, those miles and miles away, how should she be all smiley and.... well, content. Calming down seemed almost impossible now at this point.
So, with that said, she just halts to stand, flanks heaving, atop a patch of dark grass. It is lush, the dew-sprinkles blades tickling past her hocks. Her eyes blink wide, as she recalls the previous, yet recent events that have flown past her life. The memories come rushing in like a tsunami of sorts, drowning her. Engulfing her in their shrouding shots of agony. Perhaps some other horse will arrive to notice her, as she stands quivering in the field. Even so, what good would such an encounter do.
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