06-14-2017, 02:56 PM
We played hide and seek in waterfalls, we were younger.
It wasn't thirst that called Jah-Lilah to the river this afternoon, but something deeper. It was the sound of the water's laughter as is played over the rocks. It was the constant static, the white noise. It was soothing to her. She had met her black king near a river like this, many moons ago when she was younger. Oh how she had loved that man of hers. He could have been the greatest ruler the world had ever known, but he morphed into a tyrant. He'd been driven mad by his secrets, secrets she had played a part in. Jah-Lilah had no regrets, and was not sorry for any life she had liven, then or now, but she missed him. It is rare to find someone who knows what you truly are.
The sun beat down mercilessly on the all of Beqanna, and the water was a welcome reprieve that day. When the red mare reached the edge of the babbling brook, she let her hooves sink into the murk, cool H2O flowing over her legs as she waded in. She plunged her velvety muzzle in, relishing the way the water flowed to her stomach. She finished and raised up, watching the water below her nose making shapes and pictures, the little fish dancing beneath the surface. The images come and go, telling a story so engrossing Jah-Lilah almost missed the bright-faced male across the way from her. She splashed away the daydream with a foreleg, bobbing her head at him with a smile. Heeeeeeey. How are you today? The greeting was genuine, the inquisitive mare eager to meet more people of this land.
Someday, we will foresee obstacles through the blizzard.
It wasn't thirst that called Jah-Lilah to the river this afternoon, but something deeper. It was the sound of the water's laughter as is played over the rocks. It was the constant static, the white noise. It was soothing to her. She had met her black king near a river like this, many moons ago when she was younger. Oh how she had loved that man of hers. He could have been the greatest ruler the world had ever known, but he morphed into a tyrant. He'd been driven mad by his secrets, secrets she had played a part in. Jah-Lilah had no regrets, and was not sorry for any life she had liven, then or now, but she missed him. It is rare to find someone who knows what you truly are.
The sun beat down mercilessly on the all of Beqanna, and the water was a welcome reprieve that day. When the red mare reached the edge of the babbling brook, she let her hooves sink into the murk, cool H2O flowing over her legs as she waded in. She plunged her velvety muzzle in, relishing the way the water flowed to her stomach. She finished and raised up, watching the water below her nose making shapes and pictures, the little fish dancing beneath the surface. The images come and go, telling a story so engrossing Jah-Lilah almost missed the bright-faced male across the way from her. She splashed away the daydream with a foreleg, bobbing her head at him with a smile. Heeeeeeey. How are you today? The greeting was genuine, the inquisitive mare eager to meet more people of this land.
Someday, we will foresee obstacles through the blizzard.
someday, we will foresee obstacles