10-21-2019, 02:50 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Old+Standard+TT' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .agetta_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: #faf7fa; width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 2px #5e6167; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .agetta_container p { margin: 0; } .agetta_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .agetta_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 550px; margin-bottom: -100px; border-left: solid 1px #5e6167; border-right: solid 1px #5e6167; } .agetta_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #5e6167; padding: 25px; } .agetta_name { position: absolute; z-index: 10; bottom: 5px; left: 180px; color: #5e6167; font: 30px 'Old Standard TT', serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 20px; opacity: 0.7; }</style> <center> <div class="agetta_container"> <div class="agetta_text"> <p class="agetta_message">There are so many faces that swim through her mind at the call that Agetta feels seasick with the loss that rocks through her. Although she thinks about all of these faces every day, it’s another thing to have them flash through her mind unbidden, bringing fresh waves of grief striking through her heart.
Her mother, father, three of her beloved children, the only stallion she has ever loved, countless friends, mentors.
Her legs move before any single face can settle in her mind. How can she choose?
She’s not sure if his is the first death in her life, but it was the first to break her heart clean in two.
Plume.
Even after all of these years, even though she’s just a ghost of the mare that she had been back then (quite literally, too) – there are echoes of her love for him still within her to this day. He had been the love of her life, a true and dear friend, a loyal king. She isn’t sure whether her memory has eroded away and put a shine on what their relationship was – so, so much has happened since he left the world – but the memories feel real.
Along the way, by chance or design, she discovers a feather. Large enough to belong to an eagle, she picks it up, holding it carefully in her mouth.
She’s not sure where she finds the strength to walk into the beach and follow the call to its source – she can feel her legs wobble as the weight of all she has lost in this place comes crashing down on her. In her mouth she still carries the feather. Not one of his – too much time has passed for any such tokens to exist – but she thinks it’s the same shade as his coat, as his beautiful wings.
She almost loses her balance when she remembers the gentle touch of a wing draping over her back, pulling her close while they gazed up at the stars.
Agetta is lost in her thoughts but she still manages to keep her legs moving long enough to bring her over to the ghost, to stand quietly as she finally, <i>finally</i>, begins to wonder what the call had been for.
</p> </div> <div class="agetta_name">Agetta</div> <img class="agetta_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/C5NM2zT9/agetta.png"> </div> </center>
Her mother, father, three of her beloved children, the only stallion she has ever loved, countless friends, mentors.
Her legs move before any single face can settle in her mind. How can she choose?
She’s not sure if his is the first death in her life, but it was the first to break her heart clean in two.
Plume.
Even after all of these years, even though she’s just a ghost of the mare that she had been back then (quite literally, too) – there are echoes of her love for him still within her to this day. He had been the love of her life, a true and dear friend, a loyal king. She isn’t sure whether her memory has eroded away and put a shine on what their relationship was – so, so much has happened since he left the world – but the memories feel real.
Along the way, by chance or design, she discovers a feather. Large enough to belong to an eagle, she picks it up, holding it carefully in her mouth.
She’s not sure where she finds the strength to walk into the beach and follow the call to its source – she can feel her legs wobble as the weight of all she has lost in this place comes crashing down on her. In her mouth she still carries the feather. Not one of his – too much time has passed for any such tokens to exist – but she thinks it’s the same shade as his coat, as his beautiful wings.
She almost loses her balance when she remembers the gentle touch of a wing draping over her back, pulling her close while they gazed up at the stars.
Agetta is lost in her thoughts but she still manages to keep her legs moving long enough to bring her over to the ghost, to stand quietly as she finally, <i>finally</i>, begins to wonder what the call had been for.
</p> </div> <div class="agetta_name">Agetta</div> <img class="agetta_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/C5NM2zT9/agetta.png"> </div> </center>