FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
She was doing her best, hands full with kiddos. If nothing else she could say she had single handedly populated the Gates. That had to count for something right? Maybe if she had enough children their Kingdom could be full, could protect itself. That was a silly thought though, and she knew better, she really did. Sometimes though, it’s nice to dream, even silly dreams.
Wichita strolled through the trees, admiring the changing of the seasons. The leaves were slowly growing rich and vibrant in color, the grasses drying to pale crunchy shoots. It was always a beautiful sight to see here in the Gates. She sometimes wondered if the place was ever..well, not beautiful. It did them little good though, beauty did not keep safe their home. It did not protect her or her children, and she had only managed to recruit a single soldier. One among many, but perhaps that was all it would take. Some believe that it is only great power that can hold evil in check, she hoped that was not true, for the sake of them all.
Her chocolate eyes find a single wandering deer, and she stills to observe the gentle creature. It was a lovely stag, even if its velvet was slowly peeling from his antlers. She smiled to herself watching as the buck rubbed against a nearby tree, Is that how they do it? she wondered.