12-03-2015, 04:39 PM
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There is something about the spring that makes him think of his family. Of those that he had and thus lost, of the little ones that used to prance through the greening grass and warming hair. Above, it was a gentle blue; below, it was a soft green. He welcomes the spring with open arms and a spring in his step. He feels younger with every spring that comes, with every bud he sees forming on the trees that dot the landscape, with every gentle flower bud that is tasting the first sweetness of spring, petals tinted with pastels under the sun. Patches of snow that has not yet left reminds him that winter still had its claws in the blooming earth, a cooler wind ruffling his knotted mane and lengthy coat. These are reminders of winter, but all he sees is spring.
He sees her, but barely. She is hidden like a cat, small in stature but nonetheless filled with strength, filled with pleasure at the newness of the earth. He stepped closer. His last conversation hadn't been successful but it had been rewarding in the fact he was finally remembering himself, what he was and what he could be again. His nostrils flare, scenting the sweetness of spring mixed with the sharp, cleanliness of the winter, but scenting her earthiness, her warmth, a small wave in a larger ocean. His interest was piqued, his ears pricking forward, listening for her movements, eyes locked onto her small form to be sure he doesn't lose her.
He lets a soft nicker escape his throat as he approaches; his posture only conveys positives, hungry for interaction and understanding. He doesn't want to alarm her, but befriend her, to learn how she seems to melt into the trees and the ground and the sky. Her scent is clearer the closer he is and he finds his nostrils flaring and dilating to take it in, in all its perfect earthiness. He steps closer and lets his head bow, gentle, and another nicker passes through his lips. Forever was impossible for someone like him, but a small infinity wasn't too much to ask for.