08-01-2016, 05:24 AM
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home

Epithet
Oh it had been many, many years.
Epithet stretched her crystalline wings, shaping her neck to lengthen against the horizon, flicking her fine tail and swiveling her ears around her head. With a twisted a grin upon her fine, immortal face, she walked with assurance down into the meadow. Where she had been all this time, it was entirely uncertain… but the last daughter of Charlemagne was home, and for once, it was the beautiful white girl who was able to see the greatness over the horizon.
Why she had come back here, she was not sure. She had simply felt the calling to come back. Family, Love, Children. She had made a life here, once upon a time. She flicked her eyes upward towards the sky, remembering the one man in her life that had gotten away. They’d had a child once. A relationship, a family…
Companionship…
Was he still around? She could sense something. Perhaps...
Brushing it aside, she contorted her body and flung herself on the ground, rolling her fine back in the grass to relieve an itch, or perhaps stretch out her back. Her sleek belly was exposed with her hooves in the air. The bugs kicked up and danced between her legs, almost as if to welcome her back. The scent of flowers marked the air around Epithet as wild flowers made their bed around her, and when she was done rolling, she lay there in the grass, surveying the rest of the meadow from a high space, as to view the other inhabitants around her. The breeze picked up, obscuring her eyes and face. Smiling again, she finally knew a sense of peace after so many, many years.
She was home.
Epithet stretched her crystalline wings, shaping her neck to lengthen against the horizon, flicking her fine tail and swiveling her ears around her head. With a twisted a grin upon her fine, immortal face, she walked with assurance down into the meadow. Where she had been all this time, it was entirely uncertain… but the last daughter of Charlemagne was home, and for once, it was the beautiful white girl who was able to see the greatness over the horizon.
Why she had come back here, she was not sure. She had simply felt the calling to come back. Family, Love, Children. She had made a life here, once upon a time. She flicked her eyes upward towards the sky, remembering the one man in her life that had gotten away. They’d had a child once. A relationship, a family…
Companionship…
Was he still around? She could sense something. Perhaps...
Brushing it aside, she contorted her body and flung herself on the ground, rolling her fine back in the grass to relieve an itch, or perhaps stretch out her back. Her sleek belly was exposed with her hooves in the air. The bugs kicked up and danced between her legs, almost as if to welcome her back. The scent of flowers marked the air around Epithet as wild flowers made their bed around her, and when she was done rolling, she lay there in the grass, surveying the rest of the meadow from a high space, as to view the other inhabitants around her. The breeze picked up, obscuring her eyes and face. Smiling again, she finally knew a sense of peace after so many, many years.
She was home.