11-24-2016, 08:23 PM
Time had passed, both slow and quick. She roamed the grasslands of the field as one face among many, a realisation somewhat sombre, and Illae wondered just when it was she had blended into the depressing hopelessness of the field and wore a face just like them, the other faceless faces. Homeless, tentative and unsure. She had been different once. A once curious foal who had surely driven her mother to madness with her thirst for knowledge and her curiosity of every little creature that so much as moved. But a hard first winter without her mother had stolen that light from her. And the world which had always promised to be such a wonder looking out from her big child brown eyes, had, with the passing of time, lost the resplendent sheen of that promise.
And so she drifted, moving slowly, devoid of purpose, filling her belly with the young grass shoots of spring. The lingering warmth of sunshine on her pale hide a small comfort as the day slogged on and time passed in the aimless way it so often does now.
Soon enough she came across father and daughter. They had an easiness about them, devoid of worry, nor did they seem lost. Such a countenance here seemed misplaced. For a moment too long she gazed at them with a mixture of awe and envy. Awe, because with the sunlight capturing the gold in the filly’s coat, her wings beating the air as she learnt beneath the nurturing instruction of her father. This was the family she had longed for yet had never had. And envy, because the majority of her own learning had more to do with self-exploration than anything her impatient mother had tried to impart on her.
She smiled inwardly yet her face was steady and expressionless. She supposed moments of joy could still be found here, even if fleeting. “She learns well.” She offered shyly, facelessly. A passing comment as she drifted by the pair whose picture perfect countenance would surely fade in time as hers had done. She did not know what their purpose here was, how could she? To Illae, the field was a place where strangers had always remained estranged.
And so she drifted, moving slowly, devoid of purpose, filling her belly with the young grass shoots of spring. The lingering warmth of sunshine on her pale hide a small comfort as the day slogged on and time passed in the aimless way it so often does now.
Soon enough she came across father and daughter. They had an easiness about them, devoid of worry, nor did they seem lost. Such a countenance here seemed misplaced. For a moment too long she gazed at them with a mixture of awe and envy. Awe, because with the sunlight capturing the gold in the filly’s coat, her wings beating the air as she learnt beneath the nurturing instruction of her father. This was the family she had longed for yet had never had. And envy, because the majority of her own learning had more to do with self-exploration than anything her impatient mother had tried to impart on her.
She smiled inwardly yet her face was steady and expressionless. She supposed moments of joy could still be found here, even if fleeting. “She learns well.” She offered shyly, facelessly. A passing comment as she drifted by the pair whose picture perfect countenance would surely fade in time as hers had done. She did not know what their purpose here was, how could she? To Illae, the field was a place where strangers had always remained estranged.