perhaps we've forgotten that we are still pioneers
and we've barely begun
Mother and daughter spend their first precious few days alone together in the meadow, tranquil and calm. In all that time, they barely see another soul. Quorra grazes and recuperates her strength, Anjou suckles greedily and grows strong. The more time the buckskin mare spends with her daughter, the happier she is to watch her thrive. Where at first there was doubt and fear, now replaced by a tentative optimism and confidence.
However, the time had come. At first light and on her fourth day, Anjou and her mother ventured out of the meadow and into the field. It looked much the same to the filly, who didn't know much better, because it might as well have been the same place. They both had grass, they both seemed boring enough. That was until she spied the other horses in the distance and perked up her ears, standing to attention and watching them with an intense curiosity. "Who are they mother?" she questions, turning her head to spy up at her dam.
"I don't know, but I'm sure we shall soon. They will come to offer us a home," Quorra explained, staring down at her daughter with loving, motherly eyes. She then turned to look out at the other horses off in the distance, hoping she had been right. Hoping that one of them would come along to give herself and her daughter a home. Covet, perhaps, might come back to reclaim his daughter. Or another horse with a different plan.
Whatever happened, they wouldn't be going back to the meadow again tonight.
However, the time had come. At first light and on her fourth day, Anjou and her mother ventured out of the meadow and into the field. It looked much the same to the filly, who didn't know much better, because it might as well have been the same place. They both had grass, they both seemed boring enough. That was until she spied the other horses in the distance and perked up her ears, standing to attention and watching them with an intense curiosity. "Who are they mother?" she questions, turning her head to spy up at her dam.
"I don't know, but I'm sure we shall soon. They will come to offer us a home," Quorra explained, staring down at her daughter with loving, motherly eyes. She then turned to look out at the other horses off in the distance, hoping she had been right. Hoping that one of them would come along to give herself and her daughter a home. Covet, perhaps, might come back to reclaim his daughter. Or another horse with a different plan.
Whatever happened, they wouldn't be going back to the meadow again tonight.
Quorra
because our destiny lies above us