the waterworks blocked his words - herds

[Casidhe]

But I think you're broken to the fact: I can't and won't go back.   The smoky black girl had debated what to do about her future, even long before her father had announced that she, along with his other children who were now grown, needed to find new homes. Her brothers of course were the exception to this rule, as always. Absolution favoured his sons above his daughters with nary a thought to the injustice of this, because to the Friesian lord, his sons were his heirs; his daughters simply useless. Casidhe had had the luck to be favoured by her father, at least amongst his daughters, half she thought for her mother, and half because she was unique amongst her father’s first children.   Despite her favoured status within her father’s herd, she knew her destiny did no lie there. She was of the blacks, and her mother had taught her from birth that she would be a leader, her destiny far above that of the mares who’d populated her father’s herd . Despite her knowledge of her own destiny, she was uncertain still how to begin going about it. It was these thoughts that motivated her trip to the Field, her dark eyes, behind their stone cold veneer, curious as to this unknown place. The heavy summer heat on the wind she ignored, her entire concentration on those around her.     casidhe i wanna feel the way you claim to feel