Welcoming a new Figure (Hermia's Gold)

[Hermia's Gold]

Hermia's Gold


Mother nature sure could be a temperamental witch. Clouds brewed above, tumbling and growing off of each other. Thunder growled and lightning clapped sharply that held eyes to the sky watching with fear and awe. In a home of warmth and security Hermia could have enjoyed the battle of skies but that was not the case. Instead she was being whipped by wind and smacked with large pellets of water.
God damn rain. God damn clouds. God damn mother nature. God damn storms. God damn wind.
She grumbled angrily away yet crept under the battle cries of thunder. Storms weren't apart of her daily life. If it so much as drizzled she had been hustled around a roof. Fear was like electricity sparking off of her yet she was far too drained of energy to do more then follow step by step the stallion. Her head was held low cocked slightly away from the direction of the beating of rain. It did not help much no matter which way she tossed about. Rain came from all directions. A lightning strike a tad too close would send her prancing parallel to the wind but she would soon settle again; dutiful. On a mission. One she wasn’t aware would take her to better or worse.
Once they reached his den the wind was ripping her feet from under her and each step was a struggle to follow through with. She was a feather about to float off to some new land even more complex then this. The world around was a slashing sheet of water and she plummeted into the dry space collapsing in the furthest corner in a shivering mass of tangled hair and wild eyes.
“Does it always do this? Rain. So much rain. I could handle that-”
She flinched as at a cackle of lightning.
“But that?! The whole world is going to be set ablaze!”
Finally a quiver of fear and hysteria wiggled into her voice.
“How many other dens? Who else is here? Is it just you? What is lead stallion? Who are you? Why is there no humans? No where? At all? Where did you come from? Is there more of you around? Theres no fences? Barns? Is this a place for a mare to be alone? Why can you be alone? Where do you go for shelter in the meadow? What eats me?! Who eats me?! Do you eat me?! Do they eat you!? What beasts! Monsters!”
An explosion of questions erupted from her then as hysteria settled into her mind running over all his words spoken at the meadow that she hadn’t been able to fully respond to. Couldn’t respond to. But in this tight space, kept dry and warm from the war outside she was finally able to start chewing on the bones he had thrown.




No more yielding but a dream