07-01-2017, 08:24 PM
Boy, you've gotta carry that weight...
As he nears her again, he speaks of love. Jah-Lilah knows of love. Knows the feeling of pins and needles all over, the rush of blood to all her extremities. The butterflies in her stomach that threatened to overtake her. She hadn't felt that in so long. It was no one's fault but her own. My little mare loves to be loved, but hates to be kept. She loves to travel, loves to find new love. Even now, as she shares these small moments with the immense sulking stallion, she is antsy. She's not sure why, she senses change in the wind, perhaps? She smiles at his observation, he is right, love is so many things.
He comes closer and lips at her mane. She turns to him, allowing him. Her face changes to one of confusion at his expression of gratitude. "Thank you? For what, Stands-Like-A-Stone?"
...Carry that weight a long time.
As he nears her again, he speaks of love. Jah-Lilah knows of love. Knows the feeling of pins and needles all over, the rush of blood to all her extremities. The butterflies in her stomach that threatened to overtake her. She hadn't felt that in so long. It was no one's fault but her own. My little mare loves to be loved, but hates to be kept. She loves to travel, loves to find new love. Even now, as she shares these small moments with the immense sulking stallion, she is antsy. She's not sure why, she senses change in the wind, perhaps? She smiles at his observation, he is right, love is so many things.
He comes closer and lips at her mane. She turns to him, allowing him. Her face changes to one of confusion at his expression of gratitude. "Thank you? For what, Stands-Like-A-Stone?"
...Carry that weight a long time.
someday, we will foresee obstacles