01-08-2016, 10:23 AM
There's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
Perhaps the buckskin mare was wrong to have told the girl things that were out of her comprehension but in her young mind she understands, perhaps not fully but her mother's words were all she knew.
Her mother was beautiful. More beautiful than the sun and the stars and Seastory could only smile at the grace her mother possessed and yearn to be like her one day. It seemed like everything October did was perfect in her child's eyes, always watching and always mirroring her. This brings great joy to the woman's heart even up to the day she walks her to the edge of the Gates (her once home with her mate, Sariel, a long forgotten king) and she gently places a kiss on the bay filly's brow, dipping her head and rustling the dark tresses.
October's thoughts start to sink back to the past of her young marehood along side the painted stallion. They begin to swarm and sink into her bones with every moment she spent longer in the Gates but the mare had sworn long ago her loyalty to the Heaven's Gate and so she still pays tribute by bearing the new king a daughter. This was her way of remaining loyal to her once home but from the outskirts for the buckskin mustang mare is scared her memories will shatter her if she should ever attempt to reside there again.
Mast had been a kind lover. He was gentle with her when he had placed his seed in her belly. Had the mustang woman loved him? Yes. It was a fault all her own for she had never asked the Gates' king to reciprocate it. They're union was one told in the constellations and October asked for nothing more than to fulfill her prophecy and bear the little bay girl. October knows her weakness for she loves too strong too soon and so she must stay away. Away from Mast, and away from the Gates'. The little girl reminds her everyday of him by the way she furrows her young brow when she watches the sea, trying to understands it's whispers.
And now the woman must give her daughter to the Gates, to fulfill her place among the golden ones.
The little russet girl gives her mother one last look over her left shoulder with her good eye. She gives her the biggest and best smile she can muster, "I love you! I'll be okay!" Her small voice high and girlish as she swallows and begins to trudge forward. The world was so big but Seastory had been prepared for this journey. She was a bright girl, quick to catch on when taught things and she knew her purpose and why she must go to the Gates' alone. Thankfully the walk was not very long for the leggy filly. Dark eyes seeking out the old, old tree that stood in the Gates' that her mother had told her to look for...like the north star leading you home.
The girl possess a blind right eye. It's unfortunate but thankfully it was dark and not milky so it could be hidden. October use to tell the girl stories at bed time telling her how the gods' of Beqanna made her without the vision of her right eye because if they hadn't then Seastory would have been too perfect and would have remained among the gods instead of being being delivered to Beqanna and to October. The young girl would giggle and giggle. Oh momma! She would laugh.
Tears well up in her young eyes and she fights them back, burning. The young girl nears the massive tree her mother had described and sighs a much too big breath, racking her body slightly as she seemed burdened by too much weight from the world and her emotions. A few moments pass before she mustered her courage- "Mast? Dad? Father?" Her small voice growing bolder with each word as she calls for him, sensing his presence. The small delicate tiara swings to look for Mast. The slender build light upon spindly legs as she moves around the tree to look for a face that she hopes to recognize.
Her mother was beautiful. More beautiful than the sun and the stars and Seastory could only smile at the grace her mother possessed and yearn to be like her one day. It seemed like everything October did was perfect in her child's eyes, always watching and always mirroring her. This brings great joy to the woman's heart even up to the day she walks her to the edge of the Gates (her once home with her mate, Sariel, a long forgotten king) and she gently places a kiss on the bay filly's brow, dipping her head and rustling the dark tresses.
October's thoughts start to sink back to the past of her young marehood along side the painted stallion. They begin to swarm and sink into her bones with every moment she spent longer in the Gates but the mare had sworn long ago her loyalty to the Heaven's Gate and so she still pays tribute by bearing the new king a daughter. This was her way of remaining loyal to her once home but from the outskirts for the buckskin mustang mare is scared her memories will shatter her if she should ever attempt to reside there again.
Mast had been a kind lover. He was gentle with her when he had placed his seed in her belly. Had the mustang woman loved him? Yes. It was a fault all her own for she had never asked the Gates' king to reciprocate it. They're union was one told in the constellations and October asked for nothing more than to fulfill her prophecy and bear the little bay girl. October knows her weakness for she loves too strong too soon and so she must stay away. Away from Mast, and away from the Gates'. The little girl reminds her everyday of him by the way she furrows her young brow when she watches the sea, trying to understands it's whispers.
And now the woman must give her daughter to the Gates, to fulfill her place among the golden ones.
The little russet girl gives her mother one last look over her left shoulder with her good eye. She gives her the biggest and best smile she can muster, "I love you! I'll be okay!" Her small voice high and girlish as she swallows and begins to trudge forward. The world was so big but Seastory had been prepared for this journey. She was a bright girl, quick to catch on when taught things and she knew her purpose and why she must go to the Gates' alone. Thankfully the walk was not very long for the leggy filly. Dark eyes seeking out the old, old tree that stood in the Gates' that her mother had told her to look for...like the north star leading you home.
The girl possess a blind right eye. It's unfortunate but thankfully it was dark and not milky so it could be hidden. October use to tell the girl stories at bed time telling her how the gods' of Beqanna made her without the vision of her right eye because if they hadn't then Seastory would have been too perfect and would have remained among the gods instead of being being delivered to Beqanna and to October. The young girl would giggle and giggle. Oh momma! She would laugh.
Tears well up in her young eyes and she fights them back, burning. The young girl nears the massive tree her mother had described and sighs a much too big breath, racking her body slightly as she seemed burdened by too much weight from the world and her emotions. A few moments pass before she mustered her courage- "Mast? Dad? Father?" Her small voice growing bolder with each word as she calls for him, sensing his presence. The small delicate tiara swings to look for Mast. The slender build light upon spindly legs as she moves around the tree to look for a face that she hopes to recognize.
SEASTORY