09-14-2016, 09:30 PM
when you speak dreams and reality collide
She waits and she waits, but her mother never returns.
As the day grows longer the winter cold begins to set in, and the tiny filly curls herself tighter, drawing her little wings closer to her body in a futile attempt to keep herself warm. The fairy clucks over her once or twice, but there’s nothing the creature can do - the filly needs body heat. And care and attention.
A soft sound catches Terra’s attention and her dark ears flick up, quickly followed by her eyes. “Mama?!” But no, it’s not her mother. It’s a different mare, with kind eyes and a golden yellow coat. The mare lies down beside her and Terra can’t help but snuggle in closer. She’s just so, so cold.
Brown eyes blink up at the golden mare as she crushes her little wing against Cammy’s side. “Hi Cammy. I’m Terra.” The mare asks if she’s cold and Terra quickly nods, a shiver racing through her. “Yes.” The words comes out little more than a whimper.
Another sound attracts her attention and her head pops up again to stare, bug eyed, at the massive (to her mind) stallion that’s joined them. “You’re big!”
He offers his wing in case she’s cold, and she can’t help but eye the much larger wing in some jealousy. “I am cold …” But her voice trails off as he asks her name. “I’m Terra!”
But her mind travels back now, remembering her Mama. And remembering that it’s been a long, long time since she last saw her. “My Mama’s gone …”
As the day grows longer the winter cold begins to set in, and the tiny filly curls herself tighter, drawing her little wings closer to her body in a futile attempt to keep herself warm. The fairy clucks over her once or twice, but there’s nothing the creature can do - the filly needs body heat. And care and attention.
A soft sound catches Terra’s attention and her dark ears flick up, quickly followed by her eyes. “Mama?!” But no, it’s not her mother. It’s a different mare, with kind eyes and a golden yellow coat. The mare lies down beside her and Terra can’t help but snuggle in closer. She’s just so, so cold.
Brown eyes blink up at the golden mare as she crushes her little wing against Cammy’s side. “Hi Cammy. I’m Terra.” The mare asks if she’s cold and Terra quickly nods, a shiver racing through her. “Yes.” The words comes out little more than a whimper.
Another sound attracts her attention and her head pops up again to stare, bug eyed, at the massive (to her mind) stallion that’s joined them. “You’re big!”
He offers his wing in case she’s cold, and she can’t help but eye the much larger wing in some jealousy. “I am cold …” But her voice trails off as he asks her name. “I’m Terra!”
But her mind travels back now, remembering her Mama. And remembering that it’s been a long, long time since she last saw her. “My Mama’s gone …”
TERRA
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