Alone—she had been the last one left within the hollowed den. The silence she had been left in had consumed her for a time. She stayed there in the silence and in the growing darkness of the day. Her thoughts drifted to what had taken place earlier that day and then to old times of memories she often does not visit much. In fact, she choses rather to not visit such a past that leaves her feeling worthless and empty inside.
It was not until the late hour of the wolf that she rose up. The champagne mare then left the confinement of the hollowed den. Her steps were taken in no particular direction, only simply taking her to any place but where she had been for hours. Her mind is clouded by thoughts and memories.
After a while she comes to a halt that she looks where she stands. The journey where she goes did seem far and long, but in fact it was rather a short distance. Lucrezia turns to peer through the darkness of the night. Her nostrils flare as her eyes adjust and take in all that is around here. The scent is familiar and she already knows she is in the forest that separates the field and meadow in Beqanna.
Yet, there is another scent that clings in the air. It is fresh and close by. Lucrezia already knows what this familiar scent is. She has already come across the familiar stallion not so long ago. Etojo, she says firmly in her mind. There is never a thought in her mind why he comes to find her in the hour of the night. He then calls out for her—not once but twice.
Instead, she simply steps forward from the shadows where she is concealed from and into the light of the stars and moon. “Etojo,” she says softly in a breath, “Is it fate again, or are you always looking for me?” She cannot help but allow a sarcastic tone be filled into her words.
It was not until the late hour of the wolf that she rose up. The champagne mare then left the confinement of the hollowed den. Her steps were taken in no particular direction, only simply taking her to any place but where she had been for hours. Her mind is clouded by thoughts and memories.
After a while she comes to a halt that she looks where she stands. The journey where she goes did seem far and long, but in fact it was rather a short distance. Lucrezia turns to peer through the darkness of the night. Her nostrils flare as her eyes adjust and take in all that is around here. The scent is familiar and she already knows she is in the forest that separates the field and meadow in Beqanna.
Yet, there is another scent that clings in the air. It is fresh and close by. Lucrezia already knows what this familiar scent is. She has already come across the familiar stallion not so long ago. Etojo, she says firmly in her mind. There is never a thought in her mind why he comes to find her in the hour of the night. He then calls out for her—not once but twice.
Instead, she simply steps forward from the shadows where she is concealed from and into the light of the stars and moon. “Etojo,” she says softly in a breath, “Is it fate again, or are you always looking for me?” She cannot help but allow a sarcastic tone be filled into her words.
@[sanaa] @[Etojo]
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