07-07-2019, 11:38 PM
Her belly was growing round with new life once again. The emotions behind this situation had set her back for only a moment. She did not regret finding Raed and conceiving yet another child, it was more the anxiety that ripped through her. She was not as tired with this pregnancy, the plague was not raging through her body anymore. But she still chased around every scenario where this child, like her last, would not survive to see the beauty of the world.
She had found herself leaving Taiga more frequently with the oncoming winter and her growing belly. Restless. That is what she had become, but the idea of a home waiting for her always calmed those nerves once she had trapsed across the now freezing ground.
She had no purpose in her journey today. Only that she needed to move. That movement had brought her to a tree lined den. A quiet shelter for those that were young and had nowhere to go. She pulled up short of the den. Her amethyst eyes scanning the well worn area. What a sad thought,that this place of all places was about as worn as the field. Frequented by deserted children or orphaned young.
The emotions almost became to much but her attention was grabbed quickly by a small dark foal prancing across the opposite side coming to a stop in the middle. Her youthful joy brought a grin to Lethy's face that had not been present in some time.
She watched in motherly softness as the young girl hum-de-dummed in this simple quiet place. She had to of endured the worlds caullosed hands at some point in her short life already if she were here of all places, but yet she had not let it effect her spirit. Lethy's grin widened as she watched the girl play with a slab of wood and the proceeded to become very startled as she had scooped at a rock with her wood, apparently unknowingly.
Lethy moved from the broken perimeter of the den. Her golden coat glistened beneath the winters sun, her brown markings and black tresses a delightful contrast. She closed the distance between her and the small girl, very small she noticed quickly. Dirt is not the most delicious meal you could have. a small chuckle escaped her lips as her purple eyes traced over the bay filly stopping to at her large eyes and the bright star planted on her forehead. I am Lethy, what do you call yourself? she asked softly reaching her muzzle towards the small girls forelock, ruffling it lightly, tenderly.
Her heart exploded in a feeling she could only place as one of a mother. Her mind trailed to the blue buck filly, who was her daughter, she would of very much enjoyed the company of this girl had she lived to see this day she thinks.
She had found herself leaving Taiga more frequently with the oncoming winter and her growing belly. Restless. That is what she had become, but the idea of a home waiting for her always calmed those nerves once she had trapsed across the now freezing ground.
She had no purpose in her journey today. Only that she needed to move. That movement had brought her to a tree lined den. A quiet shelter for those that were young and had nowhere to go. She pulled up short of the den. Her amethyst eyes scanning the well worn area. What a sad thought,that this place of all places was about as worn as the field. Frequented by deserted children or orphaned young.
The emotions almost became to much but her attention was grabbed quickly by a small dark foal prancing across the opposite side coming to a stop in the middle. Her youthful joy brought a grin to Lethy's face that had not been present in some time.
She watched in motherly softness as the young girl hum-de-dummed in this simple quiet place. She had to of endured the worlds caullosed hands at some point in her short life already if she were here of all places, but yet she had not let it effect her spirit. Lethy's grin widened as she watched the girl play with a slab of wood and the proceeded to become very startled as she had scooped at a rock with her wood, apparently unknowingly.
Lethy moved from the broken perimeter of the den. Her golden coat glistened beneath the winters sun, her brown markings and black tresses a delightful contrast. She closed the distance between her and the small girl, very small she noticed quickly. Dirt is not the most delicious meal you could have. a small chuckle escaped her lips as her purple eyes traced over the bay filly stopping to at her large eyes and the bright star planted on her forehead. I am Lethy, what do you call yourself? she asked softly reaching her muzzle towards the small girls forelock, ruffling it lightly, tenderly.
Her heart exploded in a feeling she could only place as one of a mother. Her mind trailed to the blue buck filly, who was her daughter, she would of very much enjoyed the company of this girl had she lived to see this day she thinks.
forget me not; but never remember
Lethy
@[Popinjay]
