05-21-2018, 06:34 AM
The river almost grew quiet as the sun changed positions overhead once more. Time moved too quickly, she noted as she watched her new companion with a wary gaze. Her wings tingled with the anticipation of their flight home, an urgency growing with every passing moment. They would begin to wander where she’d wondered off too and the Beqanna was no longer safe. There was darkness that lurked within the shadows. She had begun to feel its presence growing stronger with every passing day as more creatures of the shadow fled to Sylva. While the other kingdoms forced themselves to forge alliances Loess and Sylva roiled in their hiding places – growing stronger with every passing day.
She wondered if Svedka noticed the changes taking place around them? While the river continued its never-ending journey towards the sea it remained perpetually unperturbed by the kingdoms, their leaders and their bickering.
The cream stallion snorts and Nymf watches the blue strands of his mane as they danced elegantly in the wind. She was glad that there were men like him, kind and gracious. He ignored her short comings and accepted her garbled attempt at socialization. There is a familiarity to him and the longer she remained in his presence the more she felt her trust towards him growing. In some ways she felt like she’d known him beyond this, their first meeting -.
There was a slight inward startle as her mind began piecing together the truth behind her ease. He was a lot like him. The easy manner in which he presented himself followed by the unassuming verve for life. It was almost uncanny, and she felt emotion prick at the corners of her eyes. She missed him terribly and she felt his loss every moment of every day.
Words spilled from his mouth once more and she listened intently. He spoke of his mother and his experience when he’d visited her in their far-away place. She imagines the stars shining above a cluster of other blue streaked maned horses of similar color to Svedka. The sounds of their hooves pounding to the rhythm of their songs filled her ears and she smiled at the vibrancy. He was mystified by the words that he spoke and her heart smiled in tune to his.
“Magic isn’t always what it appears to be,” she said almost suddenly, the sound of her voice almost startling her. “There is magic in the simple things. In love, in life and in new beginnings.”
She wondered if Svedka noticed the changes taking place around them? While the river continued its never-ending journey towards the sea it remained perpetually unperturbed by the kingdoms, their leaders and their bickering.
The cream stallion snorts and Nymf watches the blue strands of his mane as they danced elegantly in the wind. She was glad that there were men like him, kind and gracious. He ignored her short comings and accepted her garbled attempt at socialization. There is a familiarity to him and the longer she remained in his presence the more she felt her trust towards him growing. In some ways she felt like she’d known him beyond this, their first meeting -.
There was a slight inward startle as her mind began piecing together the truth behind her ease. He was a lot like him. The easy manner in which he presented himself followed by the unassuming verve for life. It was almost uncanny, and she felt emotion prick at the corners of her eyes. She missed him terribly and she felt his loss every moment of every day.
Words spilled from his mouth once more and she listened intently. He spoke of his mother and his experience when he’d visited her in their far-away place. She imagines the stars shining above a cluster of other blue streaked maned horses of similar color to Svedka. The sounds of their hooves pounding to the rhythm of their songs filled her ears and she smiled at the vibrancy. He was mystified by the words that he spoke and her heart smiled in tune to his.
“Magic isn’t always what it appears to be,” she said almost suddenly, the sound of her voice almost startling her. “There is magic in the simple things. In love, in life and in new beginnings.”
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
@[Svedka]