02-22-2016, 12:17 PM
MY HEART, IT WENT WILD
It isn’t long until she can sense him again.She can smell him, at first, just a hint carried on the breeze. Then before long she can see him, a blue blur, and a brief smile tugs at her lips, at the corners of her eyes. But he is not alone; she doesn’t know what is following him, who, but she can see some small figure. So Merope nudges Kidd - who is unwilling to follow, as she is having too much fun dancing in the wind as she does - and the pair move across the path towards Chessur.
The closer they get - the closer Merope gets, at least, as Kidd is deliberately trailing behind just because she was told not to - the more concerned the older mare gets. The small figure is a young colt, covered in something, blood? It is dark and rich; more than what may be normal for a birth.
Merope comes to a halt as Chessur does the same. He speaks, and she can sense something else, just as she could sense him - he isn’t telling her something. But Merope isn’t a daft mare; if he isn’t telling her something then surely he has his reasons.
She will not press.
But before she can reply, before she can do what she is programmed, as a mare, as a mother, another horse approaches. And Merope watches her with caution - perhaps this is another mare that lives here, a new recruit as it were, but the way she moves implies something else.
And Merope - never one to judge or to treat someone rudely - turns from her when she speaks, her concern still lying with the colt.
“Where did you find him?” she asks, planting one hoof in front of Kidd to stop the filly from getting too close; the colt may be hurt, may be upset.
She wonders where the colt’s mother is, but she realises that this may be what Chessur isn’t telling her. So she watches, waits, wonders what the poor boy’s story is.
She’s had a few bad things happen to her but she doesn’t know what to do, she doesn’t know what she should say; she doesn’t know if she can make this right.
MEROPE
i wasn't expecting that.
blerg >.<