Once there was an old ocean
where anyone who saw it
would grow old with the sea
Her life so far has been quiet and peaceful. Her mornings had been spent in secluded meadows, where she chased butterflies and befriended the various woodland creatures. Her afternoons had been spent sprawled beneath a large oak tree, a safe haven in which to take a respite for the warm midday sun. But as her body had grown, so too had her sense of adventure, her bravery. She had begun to venture farther afield. So far, this had led only to delights. It had led to cool, bubbling springs and spirited games of chase through the woods. And it had led to bright, merry laughter and satiation of an eternally curious mind.
Today is no different. The little black girl sets out on her daily adventure, daring to wander farther afield than she ever had before. This is how she finds herself in the meadow. Wide, silver eyes take in the sights before. The large, sprawling meadow is a sight to behold to young eyes. The various equines dotting the vast expanse a wonder to a yearning mind. With everything set before her at once, she is not quite sure where to begin. She wants to approach them all, to ask why they are here, what wonderful things they have seen, what delightful things they have done. To her young, innocent mind, everything is good and right in this world. Evil, darkness, pain, sadness. None of these have yet shaped her life, skewed her view of reality.
So when her bright gaze lands upon the two mares, her curiosity is piqued. The tri-colored mare lingering deliberately in the shadow, making herself small and meek so as to avoid attention. The mare that approaches her, pain and sadness radiating from every line of her body. They draw her attention like magnets, compelling her to approach. She does not know why she feels this desire to make herself known to these two women, nor why she feels such a strong desire to aid them if she can. She knows only that this is what she must do.
And so, with curiosity and earnest kindness shining in her gaze, she approaches. Her small feet carry her easily, gracefully, across the short summer grass, bringing her to the two mares lingering in the shadows. As she nears, her lips curve into a smile, the simple act brightening her dark features - features that shine with youthful purity. Hello, she says softly, her gaze shifting easily between her companions. I am Elfeya.
The smile slips from her lips as her concerned gaze fixes upon the mare etched with emotion. And, in the innocence of youth, she asks perhaps the worst, most painful question of all. Why are you so sad?
Elfeya
healing daughter of bother and covet