07-13-2024, 07:22 PM
Once towering oaks, awash in jade, began to lay dormant as the seasons changed. Their leaves scattered haphazardly across the meadow to decay into the earth below. Life was caustic, fleeting - here one moment and then gone the next. It was only when faced with the eyes of a monster had Lourde realized her own mortality. She too would be here for a moment before fading into evanescent oblivion.
Maybe that is why when the pallid mare approached her, she did not pin her ears defiantly, or give a sarcastic response. If she, like autumn, was temporary, maybe her memory should mean more to others. Lourde shifts uncomfortably, mumbling a quiet "hello" back to the mare. She never quite meets the mare's azure gaze, her own eyes looking out towards the meadow's scenery. It is cool that day, the winter cold front fast approaching them. The last remnants of life cling to the trees in a cascade of crimson and ocher, and rays of aurulent sunlight pour through their aching limbs. Lourde realizes silently that she had never quite thought about how beautiful autumn was before the stranger mentioned it.
"Yes," Lourde murmurs breathlessly. "It is beautiful." She looks back towards the mare awkwardly, still avoiding her eyes directly.
@Casimira just an angsty girl realizing life can be...beautiful?!