So let your heart, sweet heart
Be your compass when you're lost It is a warm sunny afternoon. The sun is hanging high up in the sky, populated with white, fluffy clouds. The birds are flying and chirping throughout the air, singing a loving tune. Madelyn hums along with the tune of the birds – at least as best as she can with what vocals she was born with. Often she wishes she could she sing like the birds but she knows she was unlikely ever to do that. Instead, she just enjoys their presence with a huge smile on her face. Madelyn has always enjoyed the simple things in life. She looked upon the world with wonderlust in her eyes like a child does for the first time. In many ways though Madelyn was a child. She often spoke in riddles and phrases. She had taken on quite a lot of her mother’s personality, particularly a dreamer. It was strange for the obvious adult mare to be this way considering her mother had abandoned her once she could fend for herself (Madelyn had been a product of rape). She should have grieved and looked for her mother when she was left alone but she never did that. Simply, she accepted her fate and never asking why (even the knowledge of why her mother seemed to hate her never bothered her either). Maybe Madelyn had been blessed with what happened after she was left by her mother. She had left the Dale one day after her mother suddenly disappeared and lived in the Meadow for some time. There in the Meadow she grew up and eventually left with her old friend, Tiernan, to live in Cobblestone Creek. She had grown to love the company of the older man and his strange accent. In fact, she often thinks of him and misses him. Eventually, the mare pulls her hazel eyes away from the sky and looks out into the field. There are many others here but Madelyn isn’t bothered by that. It was spring after all. It’s also a lovely day! She admits freely to herself with another smile that curves her lips upwards. Madelyn is already looking forward to the day. She has come here to find a new home, ready to begin a life with someone new – someone to take care of her (which is what she always has preferred). So, she simply stands in the field, letting the sun soak her up and a small grin lingers on her delicate, yet thin lips. Madelyn a naïve daughter of emelia & nocturnal |
@[Berber] for Chessur
@[innocent] for Kilian