11-13-2018, 04:35 PM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
She's still here.
He wondered why, at first. The island was cold and not at all too inhabitable; well, the southern point was, but, it's still cold. Winter might be ending soon, but up here, even if the nights had gotten less freezing, it was still very cold.
Had she asked, he would have carried her, or, well, supported her swim across the canal anyway. Too many strangers in this place, and perhaps too cold for a child. Or for any pregnant mare. She might have been safer with Scorch and Brennen, in Nerine. Warmer at least, even though Nerine was also cold, especially in winters.
She wasn't the only one to stay, though. Heartfire was still here (although, she could just be in-cre-di-bly stubborn, like him so, well, maybe that was not the best comparison). And there were young ones, although not newborn babies perhaps; Briella, sick and all, had survived the icy cold too. So there was a chance that it was going to work.
It's still not ideal. Not at all what either of them had imagined, at least certainly not what he'd hoped of their time together. So many years had been wasted. But then, the world as it currently was, just wasn't safe any more, and there wasn't much to do about it. They couldn't have foreseen this coinciding; there was just the matter of dealing with it. But it did seem as if she wasn't very happy, sometimes. Most times.
He fell into the now-old habit of keeping watch from a distance during the day, and keeping her warm at night. He usually left a little before morning, to see if there was anything new happening this day. This morning seemed rather uneventful however, so he returned more quickly than usual.
She was easy to track. Hoof-prints deep in the snow and cold mud, frozen water and soil cracked where she'd gone. Especially since the last few days she was mostly pacing, so it wasn't like she would ever go far. She would still get up and move about restlessly, even though he frowned at her - didn't need to say it; if she couldn't swim to the mainland, then perhaps she shouldn't be tiring herself by pacing?
This morning was different - she hadn't moved, hadn't gotten up to graze or even pace. So he neared the small shelter she had found, slightly worried something was amiss; but he simply caught her resting, like he'd told her so many times she should do, and... hmm.
It's not everyday he gets to see this any more. That small, crooked smile creeping up her face - almost involuntarily so. Beautiful. As the wind picks up his mane and tail, he hardly bothers that it softly sways his forelock into his eyes; he blinks several times, but it still obscures the view, and at some point he quietly tosses his head - it's breaking the moment, perhaps. She might notice the movement now.
He searches her features again, wondering how she feels.
Perhaps today, she's happy after all.
He wondered why, at first. The island was cold and not at all too inhabitable; well, the southern point was, but, it's still cold. Winter might be ending soon, but up here, even if the nights had gotten less freezing, it was still very cold.
Had she asked, he would have carried her, or, well, supported her swim across the canal anyway. Too many strangers in this place, and perhaps too cold for a child. Or for any pregnant mare. She might have been safer with Scorch and Brennen, in Nerine. Warmer at least, even though Nerine was also cold, especially in winters.
She wasn't the only one to stay, though. Heartfire was still here (although, she could just be in-cre-di-bly stubborn, like him so, well, maybe that was not the best comparison). And there were young ones, although not newborn babies perhaps; Briella, sick and all, had survived the icy cold too. So there was a chance that it was going to work.
It's still not ideal. Not at all what either of them had imagined, at least certainly not what he'd hoped of their time together. So many years had been wasted. But then, the world as it currently was, just wasn't safe any more, and there wasn't much to do about it. They couldn't have foreseen this coinciding; there was just the matter of dealing with it. But it did seem as if she wasn't very happy, sometimes. Most times.
He fell into the now-old habit of keeping watch from a distance during the day, and keeping her warm at night. He usually left a little before morning, to see if there was anything new happening this day. This morning seemed rather uneventful however, so he returned more quickly than usual.
She was easy to track. Hoof-prints deep in the snow and cold mud, frozen water and soil cracked where she'd gone. Especially since the last few days she was mostly pacing, so it wasn't like she would ever go far. She would still get up and move about restlessly, even though he frowned at her - didn't need to say it; if she couldn't swim to the mainland, then perhaps she shouldn't be tiring herself by pacing?
This morning was different - she hadn't moved, hadn't gotten up to graze or even pace. So he neared the small shelter she had found, slightly worried something was amiss; but he simply caught her resting, like he'd told her so many times she should do, and... hmm.
It's not everyday he gets to see this any more. That small, crooked smile creeping up her face - almost involuntarily so. Beautiful. As the wind picks up his mane and tail, he hardly bothers that it softly sways his forelock into his eyes; he blinks several times, but it still obscures the view, and at some point he quietly tosses his head - it's breaking the moment, perhaps. She might notice the movement now.
He searches her features again, wondering how she feels.
Perhaps today, she's happy after all.
you set my soul alight
@[Breckin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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