Wichita
surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
Everything was new. Wichita herself felt new as well, though in ways that were still small and developing.
Spring returns, it comes and goes, but it returns always on time. The first thing Wichita notices is the trees. She had never before considered that the plants might have feelings of their own, but they do. It's a soft hum, a vibration of emotion as the ice and snow melts and the sun warms the bark. An awake feeling, a slumbering consciousness, hardly detectable but it is there. The little mare has been practicing her new gifts, the power of empathy, and there is so much for her to learn.
The first thing she had practiced on, were her children. The emotions had come rolling off them with a perverse strength, overwhelming her at first. It was hardly a surprise if she had taken the time to consider it or think it out, they were her children, her flesh and blood. Of course she would be so in tune with them now. At times she wished she did not know how to read them. The anger that simmered deep within Tioga only aided in fueling her fear of the girl. Even Romilly and Guthrie were capable of anger, though before she would have never known. They were both so perfectly stoic and shielded, at times she thought they somehow sensed when she was reading them. Romilly would lock her eyes on her Mother, flick her tail and turn her body away. Guthrie would walk off to join her, huffing as he left. Rucker was a sweet thing, and the frustration that he often felt did not sit well with her. Often she would try her best to feed him happiness and trust, but she wasn't always sure she had succeed in her attempts.
What she wanted most was to practice on her kingdom mates, the one's she had sworn to help. She felt it too intrusive though, and so she found herself occupied with the newly emerging spring life. The trees were full of joy and amusement, delighted that winter had ended. Wichita stood in the meadow feeling perplexed, staring curiously at a cluster of blooming wildflowers.
Spring returns, it comes and goes, but it returns always on time. The first thing Wichita notices is the trees. She had never before considered that the plants might have feelings of their own, but they do. It's a soft hum, a vibration of emotion as the ice and snow melts and the sun warms the bark. An awake feeling, a slumbering consciousness, hardly detectable but it is there. The little mare has been practicing her new gifts, the power of empathy, and there is so much for her to learn.
The first thing she had practiced on, were her children. The emotions had come rolling off them with a perverse strength, overwhelming her at first. It was hardly a surprise if she had taken the time to consider it or think it out, they were her children, her flesh and blood. Of course she would be so in tune with them now. At times she wished she did not know how to read them. The anger that simmered deep within Tioga only aided in fueling her fear of the girl. Even Romilly and Guthrie were capable of anger, though before she would have never known. They were both so perfectly stoic and shielded, at times she thought they somehow sensed when she was reading them. Romilly would lock her eyes on her Mother, flick her tail and turn her body away. Guthrie would walk off to join her, huffing as he left. Rucker was a sweet thing, and the frustration that he often felt did not sit well with her. Often she would try her best to feed him happiness and trust, but she wasn't always sure she had succeed in her attempts.
What she wanted most was to practice on her kingdom mates, the one's she had sworn to help. She felt it too intrusive though, and so she found herself occupied with the newly emerging spring life. The trees were full of joy and amusement, delighted that winter had ended. Wichita stood in the meadow feeling perplexed, staring curiously at a cluster of blooming wildflowers.
amen.
Lady and Governor of Heaven's Gates