01-14-2017, 11:18 PM
It is a mare that steps out of the darkness of the forest around them, small and beautiful and as brown as the earth buried beneath the snow. She has a quiet kindness in the hollows of her face, a smile that softens the edges of her mouth, and Luster is at ease at once. There is nothing about this stranger, or anyone she has come across so far in her exploring, that makes her feel any kind of worry for her safety.
It is the innocence of a child, the naivety of thinking something that has not happened can not happen.
It is Luster.
“Hello.” She says back to the mare, a curious smile slipping over the dark of her whiskered lips as she closes the distance between them with a few small steps. But something happens when that mare smiles, when Luster steps closer. It starts as a flutter in her chest, like snowflakes trapped beneath her skin, and she cannot help but balk and turn those wide browns eyes in near-betrayal against the strange mare. But the mares face does not change and the feeling only deepens from that flutter to a stirring in the marrow of her bones.
Except-
It doesn’t feel bad or wrong, it doesn’t hurt, and she isn’t scared anymore. It feels like exhaling after a breath held too long, like a burr pulled from the corn-silk wisps beneath her mane. It is freedom.
“My name is Luster.” She says softly, her dark eyes gentle and curious where they settle against the mares delicate face. A pause and she cannot help but cock her head slightly to the side, her right eye disappearing beneath the tangles of her dark forelock. “What is it that you’ve done, Marlyn? Why do I feel different.”
It is the innocence of a child, the naivety of thinking something that has not happened can not happen.
It is Luster.
“Hello.” She says back to the mare, a curious smile slipping over the dark of her whiskered lips as she closes the distance between them with a few small steps. But something happens when that mare smiles, when Luster steps closer. It starts as a flutter in her chest, like snowflakes trapped beneath her skin, and she cannot help but balk and turn those wide browns eyes in near-betrayal against the strange mare. But the mares face does not change and the feeling only deepens from that flutter to a stirring in the marrow of her bones.
Except-
It doesn’t feel bad or wrong, it doesn’t hurt, and she isn’t scared anymore. It feels like exhaling after a breath held too long, like a burr pulled from the corn-silk wisps beneath her mane. It is freedom.
“My name is Luster.” She says softly, her dark eyes gentle and curious where they settle against the mares delicate face. A pause and she cannot help but cock her head slightly to the side, her right eye disappearing beneath the tangles of her dark forelock. “What is it that you’ve done, Marlyn? Why do I feel different.”