show them the joy and the pain and the ending
There is a fury that coils within her, deep inside her gut. It is something alive; contained but ever present. It has been there ever since the day she had met him, the horrible stallion so determined to lay her low with fear. It had not worked, but she longs for revenge, the taste of it cold and metallic inside her mouth.
She would get it soon, but not today. No, she is a patient woman. She would marshal her forces, waiting to strike when he least expects it.
She is already halfway to full strength. Her gift of vision has been returned to her, the odd ability which had been a part of her since birth. It had been taken, but she has it back now.
And oh how he would quake before her.
But not now, not today. Today she is in the meadow, her steps sure and firm as she travels with intent across its expanse. She has sent her sight questing before her, re-familiarizing herself with its infinite depths.
It is how she stumbles across the resting stallion quite by accident. Well, actually, she stumbles across a rather large boulder, which serves to draw his attention.
Curses spilling from her lips, she drags her sight back, blinking as her surroundings come into focus. She should not have been walking, it's true, but she has things to do. A sharp sigh escapes her lips as her vibrant blue gaze fixes on the black stallion now on his feet across the small, shallow pond.
Well, on the bright side, at least she isn't knee deep in water. That could very easily have been the case. Though a lack of distraction would have been preferable.
”Yes, quite alright,” she responds, a tad curtly. With a slight frown she edges her way around the water, coming to a halt once more near the stranger. ”My apologies if I woke you.”
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts