Myrna
suffocate the fire i started--------------------
right when it kindles
The rain blurs the seasons together, bursts and showers watering the ever-blooming Gates, the downfalls dimming briefly - but never intently - the brilliant colors around her. Bright and blurred, time passes by, day into week, week into month.
It will snow soon, Myrna thinks, raising her head to inhale deeply of the clear air. The rain had stopped with the dawn, but the wind that tugs at the palomino’s long mane is cold enough to make her shiver beneath her winter coat. Releasing the indrawn breath sends spirals of steam into the air, and her blue-grey eyes follow them until they fade in the overcast sky.
Winter is her least favorite season in the Gates, the dreary weather and short days making her feel as withered as the grasses underfoot. Well, not directly underfoot, she supposes, watching a brilliant magenta hibiscus bud and blossom beside her front left hoof. But there is little to do, and so she wanders through the Gates, searching for something, for someone.
She feels a faint twinge, a flutter in her midsection that she knows is the children (children, if Ruhr is to be believed) due when the flowers return in the spring. She’s told her older children that they will be siblings, to their great delight, and that had done much to brighten her own anticipation. She will have a way to separate the seasons again, she thinks, the way she had when Luvi and Ravin were younger. Myrna smiles, feeling the noon-day sun at least begin to push through the winter grey sky, and carries on.
@anyone
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