03-09-2017, 01:07 PM
She feels free.
Change had freed her. Where she lost power, she gained freedom. Something feels completed, a wholesomeness, down in her belly. The pale mare moves through the drab tree trunks with a smile tugging at her dark lips. Fat snowflakes stick to her hair and skin but she pays the tickling cold no mind as she moves over the crust of late winter snow.
Dark lashes fall over her eyes as she inhales the cold, chilling her lungs and letting it burn for a few moments before she exhales a large plume of warmth, dancing before her glittering sapphire eyes. The gray skies are love letters to her, proclaiming more winter, more cold. She considers the cloud's shapes as though she can interpret them. A time or two ago, she could have, but now...now they are merely plump cotton balls floating lazily through the sky.
A peaceful smile touches the edges of her lips as dark stocking limbs move her down the solid beaten path that she had chosen. The sounds of cawing crows are enough for her to tilt her ear towards then, listening to their secrets. Their shrieks vibrate in her head, mingling with the steady 'thud-thud' of her heartbeat.
Epithet