06-16-2016, 08:25 PM
A life woven from fragments of past and future. Of possibilities and failure. One who has never given into the hands of thoughts and actions that grasp and pull her towards the crumpling defeat of surrender. The mare walked through the long waving grasses of the field as they bend to her will with the very steps she took. The dawn claimed the field in a red, dusty light that covered everything it touched. The wind, oh so quiet, felt like the soft hands of a cloud as it flowed over her sleek, moving body.
The summer had come ever so quickly, taking away the bitterness cold of winter. Verilis though of it as the time when everything is unfrozen from the spell of winter and filled with warmth of a soothing life. It might not have been one of her favorite times of the year. She preferred the fall. The time of the year that introduced the coolness and decorated the land in the ever so beautiful shades of crispy gold, yellow, and orange.
Verilis stood for a moment, as if she were a vibrant painting on a canvas, while capturing the sounds and vibrations around her in the long, cupped ears that complimented the structure and color of her face. Silence. That is what she heard, if even possible to hear. The air surrounding the area was filled with drowsiness, or in other words something calming, like a lullaby. In a way it dulled her senses a bit, filling her with the notion of sleep. Reluctantly the dappled mare floated to the ground, like a moth falling soundlessly to the cushioning earth below. Her dark chocolate eyes peered above the tips of the grasses, just low enough for her to look, and watch the horizon ahead.
Beckoned was she to this place. The need of someone by her side. Someone to enter her isolated life and help guide a path through it. That is what she came here for. Right? Certainly. All that is needed now is patience. To wait for the moment and take the chance. The moment that might not come.
The summer had come ever so quickly, taking away the bitterness cold of winter. Verilis though of it as the time when everything is unfrozen from the spell of winter and filled with warmth of a soothing life. It might not have been one of her favorite times of the year. She preferred the fall. The time of the year that introduced the coolness and decorated the land in the ever so beautiful shades of crispy gold, yellow, and orange.
Verilis stood for a moment, as if she were a vibrant painting on a canvas, while capturing the sounds and vibrations around her in the long, cupped ears that complimented the structure and color of her face. Silence. That is what she heard, if even possible to hear. The air surrounding the area was filled with drowsiness, or in other words something calming, like a lullaby. In a way it dulled her senses a bit, filling her with the notion of sleep. Reluctantly the dappled mare floated to the ground, like a moth falling soundlessly to the cushioning earth below. Her dark chocolate eyes peered above the tips of the grasses, just low enough for her to look, and watch the horizon ahead.
Beckoned was she to this place. The need of someone by her side. Someone to enter her isolated life and help guide a path through it. That is what she came here for. Right? Certainly. All that is needed now is patience. To wait for the moment and take the chance. The moment that might not come.