Please stay, for this fear will not die; any

[Noori]

Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die
Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vine

Noori hears the giggle, though Noori hears many things. The happiness is assumable; who does not smile when the kind side of spring shows its face? Who dares be repulsed by all that is new and fresh and lovely? The thought is simply does not cross her mind. In fact, she's so attractive that she managed to accidentally snag three suitors in one breeding season. Thus the triplets. Perhaps Mother Spring happens to have a promiscuous side, but the shadows of the world are meant to be just that; unknowable shadows. For the most part, the Spring brings joy (evidently in some questionable fashions), not sadness. She brings the first rains, and the last ones, too. She brings all that is good (and in threes, it seems), at least in theory.

A voice replaces the laughter; Noori turns to face it. The mare - young, fragile, and coloured like the sun with clouds before it - has what should rightly be a smile on her lips, though its tightness warrants Noori to believe that it is being restricted. A smile of her own forms when she processes the woman's words. "I am no murderer, darling." The nicety slips off her lips as though the two have been close friends for some while. "Especially of beautiful things." The compliment, too, comes without hesitation. Subconsciously, Noori realizes where Nihlus - her eldest son - may have gotten his forwardness. But I digress.

Approaching the delicate thing in all her splendor (red willow leaves swaying in the light breeze, pupilless eyes glowing, dogwood flowers stretching fragrantly towards the sun), Noori introduces herself. "Mother Spring, though I'm known largely as Noori." She halts before the reluctantly joyous woman with a tilt of her shapely head. "Tell me, darling, why do you hesitate to embrace what is good? The good wishes to embrace you, you know." As she speaks these words, a beautifully spotted fawn appears next to the palomino tobiano. Its wide blue eyes reach up towards the glass girl before a big smile tears them away. The baby snuggles itself shyly into the glass girl's side, nudging her very gently, as though she knew.

noori

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