Solace
Little Solace, a delicate as could be, followed a trail of seashells. They led her up the shoreline, away from her mother and brother, and to a mermaids grotto she was sure. But the seahorse kingdom was quickly forgotten when she lifted her round blue eyes to see a curious sight. A father sings his son a song she had never heard before and she listens intently, not knowing enough to wonder if she is intruding.
The song ends and as the thin boy’s head collapses to the ground she begins to suspect something is not quite right. This is not a very good napping place. She thinks as she looks over her shoulder to see if her mother or Svedka have followed her, but she cannot see past the bend in the coastline where she had come from. Stepping forward she brings her pink nose to touch the boy’s muzzle, her eyes wide and blinking. “Hello,” she whispers, lipping at the salt which has dried in white chalky lines across his face.
And then the soft golden shape of her mother is beside her, but she does not look away from her new sleepy friend.
Tangerine allows Solace to wander a little, watching with amusement as the girl walks briskly up the coast with her muzzle gliding above the ground. But soon she sighs and rises from her place in the sand to follow and make sure the little filly does not find her way into the surf. “Svedka, come with me.” She calls out gently to her son who is scaling sand dunes.
As she rounds the bend the sight of the two strangers takes her by surprise. And she breaks into a trot, looking at the colt and back to the stallion. “Is something wrong? Do you need help?”
you are my sunshine