And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
Just as the once half made mare had grown, so had she. But where Graveling had been remade, a reversal of death and decay, Lirren had simply grown older. Her form, though it will never be large, had lengthened and filled out. A faint hint of youthful lankiness is still discernible in her willowy physique, but, as her once childish frame had promised, she had grown into a lovely young mare. Not quite yet an adult, but no longer a girl. No one who might to look at her today would make the mistake of thinking her a child still.
And she is altogether too aware of it. Where in the naivety of foal-hood she had failed to see it, she now recognizes it perfectly well. It is something, she thinks, that will serve her well. Inevitably, beauty always does.
She had always been a more somber girl, and that much has not changed at least. Though she grows more knowledgeable, more aware of herself and those around her, she is not hasty in her deed or word. And so, it has happened, that she has led a relatively quiet and staid life to this point. It is something she longs to change. And soon.
But today… today is for other things. Graveling, for one. She is the one horse she might truly call friend, and so she wishes to find her. Fortunately, it is not hard.
The other girl has changed much, her tattered and rotting flesh having been replaced by smooth, golden skin. As she approaches, her stride smooth and graceful even through the late winter snow drifts, she offers Graveling a smile.
”Graveling. Just who I’ve been looking for,” she says, her words slipping into the air on a soft, melodic tone. ”You look good. Less colorful, perhaps.” The small smile that had been dancing upon her lips deepens into a grin as she recalls her youthful comments to the mare upon their first meeting.
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage