FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
The years have passed by in a blur for Wichita. The little pony-like female had spent most of them populating the Gates. She always seemed to find herself pregnant. She didn't mind all that much, but it came with the most uncomfortable wobbling.
She hears Mast call, breaking the stillness of winter, ringing like crystal against the cold and frost. She takes some time to gather up her brood, counting them as she passed, nudging them forward. There was Tioga, a strong-willed girl, but girl she was no longer. No, not really. Her eldest child was a woman now, solidified by the paling of her coat. She took extra care to gain the young ladies attention, the first of her two deaf children.
Next is Bly. Well, she should be next but the girl had left them. One evening she had disappeared, returning with a cold, lost stare. Her coat rippled in waves of changing colors, but she claimed to not see them.
After that, came the twins. Her most beautiful, fallen stars. Romilly and Guthrie she called them, and they too raised their head at the King's call. They were growing beautifully, far exceeding her own fair appearance.
Last she nudges young Rucker. Her second boy, her second deaf child. He was also comely to look on, with a pitch black coat, a flash of white down his face and up his legs. He was handsome, like his father, and if she could ever be happy about that- it would be for Rucker.
The next child still resides within her, causing her slow amble towards the Kingdom meeting. She arrives winded but good natured, bearing a warm smile for her herd mates. Her chocolate brown eyes rest fondly on Mast, the grey stallion had always been good to them. A sadness rolls over her at the absence of Fiasko. Their Queen should be there, right next to the pale male. "Good news, or bad?" She whispers, almost too low to hear.
still here. still pregnant. still diplomat
