01-20-2024, 10:18 AM
call out on mountains until my voice goes faint
The world had been quiet for too long. Not a noise or a shift. An endless, burdened quiet that had caused many to fall into a deep sleep. She had been one of them for a long time but something had brought her up from the depths, roused her from her sleep softly. Like snow.
It had been a gentle awakening and now,
Citadelle walks lazily through the meadow. An endless sea of yellowed grass. A few skiffs of snow leftover. The sun is high but dull. She breathes in the fresh air, it fills her lungs and they expand with contentment. She was so tired of being tired. Her short legs carry her across the meadow, emerald eyes watching the burst of grackles in the sky. Curious, she moves towards their origin. It was not like Citadelle to shy from something odd or even dangerous, it was the curse of being immortal she supposed.
Always looking for an end, or something that brings you close enough to enjoy life again. The little dun cuts down through a heavy patch of bramble and then back into an open space一
There’s another horse. A mare from scent.
Though Citadelle smells bird, too.
Maybe the grackles, she thinks. She comes a bit closer, listening to the mare grumble to herself about the grackles.
“Annoying little things, aren’t they?” Her voice is soft, it is like the petal of a daisy floating on the breeze towards the other horse. “Or do you find all birds insufferable?”
There is a sly, pleasant smile on her lips.
It had been a gentle awakening and now,
Citadelle walks lazily through the meadow. An endless sea of yellowed grass. A few skiffs of snow leftover. The sun is high but dull. She breathes in the fresh air, it fills her lungs and they expand with contentment. She was so tired of being tired. Her short legs carry her across the meadow, emerald eyes watching the burst of grackles in the sky. Curious, she moves towards their origin. It was not like Citadelle to shy from something odd or even dangerous, it was the curse of being immortal she supposed.
Always looking for an end, or something that brings you close enough to enjoy life again. The little dun cuts down through a heavy patch of bramble and then back into an open space一
There’s another horse. A mare from scent.
Though Citadelle smells bird, too.
Maybe the grackles, she thinks. She comes a bit closer, listening to the mare grumble to herself about the grackles.
“Annoying little things, aren’t they?” Her voice is soft, it is like the petal of a daisy floating on the breeze towards the other horse. “Or do you find all birds insufferable?”
There is a sly, pleasant smile on her lips.
citadelle
