walking in a winter wonderland; weir

[Neva]

Her head drops down to the dirt, cold tears watering a tiny patch of struggling grass. Why would her mama be gone? Why would she leave her here, all by herself?

She thinks hard, trying to remember her mama’s face. The image of a kindly speckled head swims across her vision. But, she’d been sad too. Something had been wrong.

She shifts uneasily in the dirt, a few more tears spilling out and carving more dark tracks through the frost on her cheek. What had been wrong? Why had she left?

Her thoughts are disturbed when a soft nicker sounds out across the den. Her tiny head lifts, startled by the sudden noise. Brown eyes widen at the seemingly sudden (to her) appearance of a large roan stallion. He dips his head at her, smiling and greeting her. For a moment the girl is frozen, stunned. Where had he come from?

But after a few moments she finds her voice and her lips begin to move. “Hi, I’m Neva.” Mama had given her a name before she had disappeared. She remembers that much.

She snuffles quietly, another tear trickling down her now soggy cheek. “What happened to my Mama? Where did she go? Why did she leave me?” Her big brown eyes stare right up into the stallion’s face, hoping against hope that he knows where her Mama went.

N E V A

walking in a winter wonderland