Think sweets, think pink, think me!
I look from one to the other, his kind eyes, her wicked tongue. The fairy flits by gifting me with a bloody pink mess of feathers. I squeeze my lids shut covering the blue of my eyes, along with the pain I endure. I…I think so, thank you, risking a peek at the newly formed appendages I cringe in horror at them averting my eyes almost immediately. The other female keeps talking, and I listen trying to avoid thinking of the pain. For a moment it works, I smile to myself wondering if the girl meant independent, or dependable. I am sure that she couldn’t possibly have meant to say dependent. In this moment my eyes widen, and I wonder at where I could have learned such proper language. It only sinks in after a faint memory of the lessons at the castle tickle my senses. Not only had the fairies gifted me with wings, but the quest before that had cursed me with ability to use proper words, and sometimes even some elegant speech when I do choose to talk in more than one sentence at a time.
I am torn though, looking to the male I can see a tenderness there, looking to the female I see a strength in her eyes. Both of whom I am jealous of, it starts with a surge of anger. I hate the world, I hate how it steals my life, how I pine for another’s, I hate how I fear everything around me, I hate how I cling so tightly that others bleed around me. I see that tenderness, and I know he does not deserve the bloody clench of my jaw when I get desperate for attention. I look to her and feel that acrid taste of jealousy sweep through. Yes, I would take, for once in my life I take instead of pine. So I smile to them, thank you both for your offers, and while I would love to meet you again Archam. I think I do need to find another path for my life. I turn to begin the trek to the Amazons. There I would meet her once more, there I would learn the secrets to being strong.
Life could begin again, it could be new and refreshing. I have wings now, I have admirers, I have a child, I had love. My life has been a full one, a good one, even if I couldn’t see it just yet. How many horses have a chance like this? To live every path, and follow every dream that they have ever had? Yet here I am, and here I have that exact chance. Making my way through the brush of the forest the sounds of snapping twigs, the feel of snagging vines almost has me panicking. It doesn’t send me all the way over the edge though, I continue forward small tears swelling in the corner of my eyes feathers are ripped from their newly formed roots, I still can’t lift the new wings. They drag along the ground leaving a trail of weeping pink behind me. Bronzed with dirt and dried blood finally I break through the pine trees and berry bushes. I break free from the last barrier shimmering with a light coat of sweat. Looking around me I take a step towards the border ready to begin my new life.
Nixie
sorry this took so long
@[Celeana]