06-10-2015, 04:13 PM
this is what i brought, you may forget me i promise to depart, just promise one thing kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep ____There was much to the Golden Plains than first meets the eye; the rushing river that leads to the crystalline lake was a tranquil and rather therapeutic rush of water, the gentle lull of the rapids brought Lye a new feeling, sort of like the last moments of life, when you reach a certain serenity, a certain peace, then your body transcends time and you are no more. The black mare had seen it many times at The Beach, the last few moments of life, she watched almost in awe, the silent observer of those most intimate moments. She cherished them like a child would cherish the first dead butterfly they found on the earth beneath their feet, with soft hands and a coo in their voice. Lye had found the peacefulness of the Plains quite a change indeed. And she didn't have to be burdened anymore with the cloak of death, the stench of bitter last words. ____Lye had been wandering the riverbanks, picking at the tender long grasses, lost in thought. Just idling amongst the reeds, black body blending in like a shadow melting into the backdrop. She was silent, waiting, watching. Cezary was off on his wanderings (at first she had wondered, had she dreamt the only thing, him offering a home in the field, had she simply just appeared in the plains?) she accepted his leave and took to wandering the land herself. Acquainting herself with the best spots to graze, the even better spots to slumber. And slumber she did. A dreamless sleep, no terrors, no dreams. It was quaint. It was peace, at last. ____Her black head snaps up at the first sign of activity. The peace broken by laughter, by tottering hooves. She lifted her head, orange eyes looking out, they capture the sight of two, one young, spindly little colt and the other, still swollen slightly in the barrel. A newborn? She tasted the air with her tongue, they were strangers, not of Beqanna. automatically she lowered herself, then realised that perhaps she would have to do the thing that real horses do. Become an inch of the social butterfly. Well, perhaps half of half a wing... ____Lye moved over towards them, steady, slow. The run with Cezary had tired her out in more ways than one and her right hind was giving her more trouble than usual, it swayed a bit more from the hip than normal. One sided and crooked she looked, a little limp here, a drag of her hoof there. Soon enough her languid pace brought her near to them. She studied them, quiet, unmoving, her orange eyes attuned. She said nothing though. Perhaps they were new, perhaps they were mere pass-throughs. but perhaps, and this had idled in her mind for the longest, perhaps they were threats. Nyryn, she knew, would assume everything a threat, but Lye, she was neutral, and passive. tiredly she swung her head to look around for Cezary. No where, yet. She waited though, waited in silence, a good distance away from there, simply watching, simple waiting. the orange eyed, immortal daughter of busted & locket, who wears her heart on her sleeve in golden plains, with, cezary |