FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
If the Gates could use anything, it was members. More importantly it could probably use soldiers, horses that could join their sad little army. It was all those things, sad, lonely. She never said it out loud but she didn’t really need to, and that was the problem itself. Everyone knew, they knew the Gates was practically non-existent. Everyone knew that they had little in the way of defense, and Wichita was uncomfortable with that fact. She had children to raise, to keep safe, and something needed to happen if her home was to remain a place for her to do that. She would never leave, no, but she would feel a hell of a lot better. She would be able to sleep at night.
She made the decision today to visit the fields, two silvered foals filing along behind her. She had been truly blessed this season, not that she had never been blessed before. Wichita loved all of her children, so very much, it was one of the reasons she had come out today. However, sometimes something special happens and you become the mother of two beautiful star struck twins. Even if she could barely recall the father, the entire event a bit fuzzy in her mind, that made the two no less perfect. They favored their Dam for the most part, lovely silver black against her Silver dapple. Manes and tails long, soft and flaxen as a field of grain. But where Wichita’s eyes were a warm cup of hot cocoa, the children’s eyes were a sparkling shade of blue. Perhaps they were white, she couldn’t really tell, they were as vibrant as starlight. Where the pony-sized mare was distinguished by golden cat eye markings, her babes were marked with constellations. Twinkling pieces of the galaxy rested on their flanks, the stars themselves seemed alive, dimming in and out to mimic a night sky.
It wasn’t hard to find someone she thought might suit their needs, and she wasn’t one to dilly-dally this time. When she waited too long, sat considering each male nervously, it was too late. Not this time, she thought. ”Howdy there.” She called without reluctance, setting aside her otherwise fear or uncertainty with men. She didn’t have time for that today, the Gates couldn’t afford for her to be afraid. Her young skipped forward behind her, appearing rather observant for their age. Quiet too, silently watching the others and taking in their surroundings.