Welcoming a new Figure (Hermia's Gold)

[Hermia's Gold]

Hermia's Gold


Though it was warm, humid a more correct term, she felt cold. The moist air having crept into her bones and soaked the muscles to stone. She was stiff and sore by the time the storm had passed. Black bags would droop under her eyes. Eyelids drooping in exhaustion. Regarding the world through slits she shivered from the force of mother nature.
Barns have value at times like these.
Tired as she was, when Black Ranger left the enclosure she stumbled behind. If she was made of machine she would have creaked and squealed. One could have added 10 years to her wee 2 year life. Mud spattered her legs and belly. Forelock and trimmed mane clung to body while tail hung pathetically lacking any gleam of new.
I feel like an old lady needing her rocking chair.
Emotionally she was drawn thin. Bugs that flirted about in the new damp world seeming to be on a mission of war against her. Ears laid against her neck and tail snapped angrily.
“If it is so safe why does she hide.”
She snapped at him and grabbed a mouthful of grass, ripping the roots out with the stalks and regarded the new land as he spoke. Remaining silent, trusting his reassurance for the time as a white noise buzz filled her ears with stress of the days. After a moment of silent reflection she regarded him skeptically.
“Seagulls?”
She glanced around wearily.
“What is seagull? Is it very big?”
She arched her little neck, and puffed her chest out snorting at some invisible monster. She struck out displaying a flash of skills in a foolish attempt of showing off. The sting of the sore foot thundered up her leg as she struck ground leaving a grimacing face rather then a menacing one.
“I could handle it.”
She smiled, a smile that came inward as a look of concern rather then truth to her own words. She was in need of help far more then what she would even admit.




No more yielding but a dream