12-06-2020, 12:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-06-2020, 12:54 PM by Borderline.)
despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came
As we approach the unfamiliar stallion, I can see in his posture and on his face that he is tortured, just as I am. I don’t know what nature the torture is for him, but it reminds me of my own pain, the pain surrounding Yanhua’s betrayal. It causes me to falter a step, and Memorie looks over at me, sadness in those blue eyes that she shares with her father. It worries me that she seems so perceptive of my emotions lately. Could she share the gift of empathic echoes that her father has? Or am I just being paranoid? I mean, she could just be responding to the obvious falter in my step. She could be responding to the tell-tale signs of sadness in my own posture and face.
For now, I shake my head, ridding myself of the thoughts. I give the filly a brief smile, then return my attention to the stallion, giving him our names. In response, he gives us his name. “@[Ankou],” I repeat the name, partially for my own sake, to help me remember. It reminds me of when I’d met Yanhua. I had repeated his name in my head probably twenty times in an effort to not forget it. The memory causes of tinge of sadness that passes over my face, but I quickly wipe it away in favor of a smile, though I’m sure my sadness still shines through.
“Well, hello Ankou.” For a moment, there is an awkward silence that hangs between us. Memorie stands at my side, hanging slightly back. She isn’t quite sure of herself yet around others. I glance back at her, giving her a soft, encouraging smile. Her blue eyes look up into mine, then she looks to Ankou. “Hello,” she says, and though there is cheer in her voice, there’s also a hint of shyness. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say, covering for the filly.
She seems relieved, which makes me smile, a genuinely happy smile this time. This child was definitely a blessing, and I found myself loving her more and more every day, even though she looks almost exactly like her father (except the blue tail, to match my blue mane and tail). I turn my attention back to the stallion, who is smiling down at Memorie. He must like children. I could see it in his face. “Well, Ankou, what brings you to Beqanna?”
For now, I shake my head, ridding myself of the thoughts. I give the filly a brief smile, then return my attention to the stallion, giving him our names. In response, he gives us his name. “@[Ankou],” I repeat the name, partially for my own sake, to help me remember. It reminds me of when I’d met Yanhua. I had repeated his name in my head probably twenty times in an effort to not forget it. The memory causes of tinge of sadness that passes over my face, but I quickly wipe it away in favor of a smile, though I’m sure my sadness still shines through.
“Well, hello Ankou.” For a moment, there is an awkward silence that hangs between us. Memorie stands at my side, hanging slightly back. She isn’t quite sure of herself yet around others. I glance back at her, giving her a soft, encouraging smile. Her blue eyes look up into mine, then she looks to Ankou. “Hello,” she says, and though there is cheer in her voice, there’s also a hint of shyness. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say, covering for the filly.
She seems relieved, which makes me smile, a genuinely happy smile this time. This child was definitely a blessing, and I found myself loving her more and more every day, even though she looks almost exactly like her father (except the blue tail, to match my blue mane and tail). I turn my attention back to the stallion, who is smiling down at Memorie. He must like children. I could see it in his face. “Well, Ankou, what brings you to Beqanna?”
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