07-15-2025, 05:31 PM
Hello, the stranger replies, and Lillia cannot help but to mirror the mare's beautiful, sincere smile. The ingenuity of the moment makes Lillia's angel heart ache for home - heaven. Suddenly breathless and unwilling to let this kindred moment pass, Lillia lays her mind on the thread of time and weighs it down, slowing it so that seconds pass between the beating of their hearts. In this suspension Lillia admires the crinkles of the mare's eyes and the way her lips quiver almost imperceptibly at the height of their smile. Her rapture prevents her from considering her own countenance and how it might be perceived in this slowness. Legs askew, face hair-strewn, halo practically hanging on by a thread. And yet, that is the beauty of a serendipitous meeting of kindred spirits, is it not? That one finds another in her utmost self-expression, and loves her for it from the start.
At last, she releases time.
A friend is she, the angel decides.
So, she listens and laughs at her friend's incredulous tone whilst shaking her mane and ridding her face of its iridescent pink locks. It's during her friend's second question that she heaves to her hooves. There, she gives her whole body a shake, releasing a poof of dust into the air much as any horse might after a trusty roll. Despite this remediation, her coat remains dull with detritus. She doesn't mind.
"Well, minding doesn't really cross the creatures, well, minds when they come upon me in their burrows..." She pauses, mouth narrowly agape as she digests what she's just said. With a small harrumph, she tries again. "What I mean is, most simple creatures feel soothed in my presence. It's a side effect of my nature." She tosses her head to gesture to her halo, a sheepish (or is it impish?) tilt to her smile. "But I must say, I did have quite the fright when a mother bear used one paw to swipe me across her den. Just when I thought I was done for, she slide her two cubs right into me and curled up around all three of us. That was a cozy, if smelly, winter."
She ends the tale with a trill of laughter, her eyes squeezing shut as she raises her dished head, the sound of her mirth mingling with the wind in sweet harmony. At laughter's end, she inhales deeply, then exhales, and at last opens her still-smiling eyes again upon her friend.
"I am the angel Lillia. What might I call you, Golden-Smile?"
At last, she releases time.
A friend is she, the angel decides.
So, she listens and laughs at her friend's incredulous tone whilst shaking her mane and ridding her face of its iridescent pink locks. It's during her friend's second question that she heaves to her hooves. There, she gives her whole body a shake, releasing a poof of dust into the air much as any horse might after a trusty roll. Despite this remediation, her coat remains dull with detritus. She doesn't mind.
"Well, minding doesn't really cross the creatures, well, minds when they come upon me in their burrows..." She pauses, mouth narrowly agape as she digests what she's just said. With a small harrumph, she tries again. "What I mean is, most simple creatures feel soothed in my presence. It's a side effect of my nature." She tosses her head to gesture to her halo, a sheepish (or is it impish?) tilt to her smile. "But I must say, I did have quite the fright when a mother bear used one paw to swipe me across her den. Just when I thought I was done for, she slide her two cubs right into me and curled up around all three of us. That was a cozy, if smelly, winter."
She ends the tale with a trill of laughter, her eyes squeezing shut as she raises her dished head, the sound of her mirth mingling with the wind in sweet harmony. At laughter's end, she inhales deeply, then exhales, and at last opens her still-smiling eyes again upon her friend.
"I am the angel Lillia. What might I call you, Golden-Smile?"