09-02-2016, 11:36 PM
Despoine
The golden girl had certainly been a rebellious and restless spirit, but in the grand scheme of things, her independent streak was frail in the face of devastating change. The yearling had no idea where she was. She had fallen asleep, curled up at her father’s feet, content with the world and she had awakened to chaos.
There were no familiar faces amongst the crowd of stumbling, dazed strangers. They seemed almost in a strange trance, too shocked to grasp the mysterious change or to consciously notice a small girl in their pathways as they bumped into her. A particular push came about while the girl was trying to carefully weave herself amongst the bigger bodies. Some unknown body part knocked into her shoulders and sent her tumbling into the earth and left her with some bleeding cuts and bruising along her right side.
She sniffles and her eyes tear up, but she does not wallow. Instead, she braces herself once more and fervently scans the mass for at least one familiar face. Her eyes briefly settle upon a small group and a sense of relief nearly overwhelms her. She recognized these people, though she may not know the majority of them personally.
They were her family and heart – for the Valley lived through her people.
She remembers the palomino and the chestnut mares from the recent kingdom meeting. But the black stallion was a complete stranger to her. Despoine did not fear him because he was amongst those she knew meant comfort and protection. She is happy to notice that their queen was also safe and sound, surely she would guide them through these trying times.
But her amber eyes linger longest on Eight, for she had met him very recently.
He was their guardian, the knight who fought the evildoers away from their kingdom. He would surely bring wisdom and knowledge; he surely would bring the world to rightness once again. She stepped towards him with desperate, imploring eyes. Where was Daddy and Mommy? What had happened? How can we fix this?
She switches her young gaze back and forth among her fellow Valley people, an obvious question lurking in those amber depths.
"What happens now?
Regardless of the outcome, she is confident in the knowledge that they will survive and they will thrive.
There were no familiar faces amongst the crowd of stumbling, dazed strangers. They seemed almost in a strange trance, too shocked to grasp the mysterious change or to consciously notice a small girl in their pathways as they bumped into her. A particular push came about while the girl was trying to carefully weave herself amongst the bigger bodies. Some unknown body part knocked into her shoulders and sent her tumbling into the earth and left her with some bleeding cuts and bruising along her right side.
She sniffles and her eyes tear up, but she does not wallow. Instead, she braces herself once more and fervently scans the mass for at least one familiar face. Her eyes briefly settle upon a small group and a sense of relief nearly overwhelms her. She recognized these people, though she may not know the majority of them personally.
They were her family and heart – for the Valley lived through her people.
She remembers the palomino and the chestnut mares from the recent kingdom meeting. But the black stallion was a complete stranger to her. Despoine did not fear him because he was amongst those she knew meant comfort and protection. She is happy to notice that their queen was also safe and sound, surely she would guide them through these trying times.
But her amber eyes linger longest on Eight, for she had met him very recently.
He was their guardian, the knight who fought the evildoers away from their kingdom. He would surely bring wisdom and knowledge; he surely would bring the world to rightness once again. She stepped towards him with desperate, imploring eyes. Where was Daddy and Mommy? What had happened? How can we fix this?
She switches her young gaze back and forth among her fellow Valley people, an obvious question lurking in those amber depths.
"What happens now?
Regardless of the outcome, she is confident in the knowledge that they will survive and they will thrive.