la jeune fille marquée
Minette offers a tired smile to her friend. In this moment, especially, she is grateful to have someone else with whom she feels a kinship. She would never have dreamed that such a gift could have come to her here, of all places. The land where she has been beaten and raped and even attacked by her own child. It almost makes the lonely, weary years worth the pain to see Felinae and her joyful countenance.
And perhaps, she thinks, perhaps this will not be all there is in life for us. For our girls and ourselves.
For so long Minette has resigned herself to this fate, that she would be at the whim of those stronger than her, that her life would never be her own. But now, with a certain golden stallion, Min begins to see the possibilities that the future might hold. Her fate, her future, a choice of her own making.
“Thank you, Felinae. We are blessed, both with two beautiful little girls.” Minette says in her gentle tones, before nuzzling her daughter's side. No matter how any of her children have begun life, she cares for them with every fiber of her being. Her heart fills with an aching love, the desire to protect and hold close a strong one.
“Her name is Amorette.” Minette offers a warm, playful look towards little Besra. “You and Amorette will be good friends, I think. I expect the two of you will be quite a bit of trouble for your mama and I.”
The feeling of lightness is catching, and in the unusually warm spring air, Minette feels peace. As the two fillies look one another over, the gray mare addresses a quiet question to her friend.
"Do you feel brave, Felinae? Perhaps, brave enough to forge a different path for us and our girls?"
And perhaps, she thinks, perhaps this will not be all there is in life for us. For our girls and ourselves.
For so long Minette has resigned herself to this fate, that she would be at the whim of those stronger than her, that her life would never be her own. But now, with a certain golden stallion, Min begins to see the possibilities that the future might hold. Her fate, her future, a choice of her own making.
“Thank you, Felinae. We are blessed, both with two beautiful little girls.” Minette says in her gentle tones, before nuzzling her daughter's side. No matter how any of her children have begun life, she cares for them with every fiber of her being. Her heart fills with an aching love, the desire to protect and hold close a strong one.
“Her name is Amorette.” Minette offers a warm, playful look towards little Besra. “You and Amorette will be good friends, I think. I expect the two of you will be quite a bit of trouble for your mama and I.”
The feeling of lightness is catching, and in the unusually warm spring air, Minette feels peace. As the two fillies look one another over, the gray mare addresses a quiet question to her friend.
"Do you feel brave, Felinae? Perhaps, brave enough to forge a different path for us and our girls?"