The bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in-between…
There is a strange sensation in being underwater.
Although waves crashed above her in a state of havoc, under the water, it felt like she was gently being pushed, her body dancing with the bedlam. Submerged in the sea, she couldn't hear the water crash violently to shore, and retreat almost angrily...no, it sounded more like a soft swish...swish.... She could feel fish swim between her legs, and she allowed the seaweed to tickle her fetlocks. Her mind felt at ease...that is, until she came up to take a breath.
The two children had called for her in a worried tone; they must've assumed the worse - that she was so heartsick, she would end her life. The current was becoming exceedingly rough, and the mare decided it was time enough for her to come back to shore. Fighting the undertow that threatened to pull her under, she drug herself through the thick sand onto the land. Her head moved to the unfamiliar scents, and she tried her best to muster a smile at the siblings as she struggled to remove herself from the ever-rising tide.
"I thank you," She muttered, a wave pushing her forward roughly. "The waves are getting rough tonight, children. Do you have a home...?" The pressure in her eyes had begun to fade, a good indication that night was falling. She worried that the foals were alone...that they wouldn't be safe...a feeling she knew all too well.
She was nearly away from the water when a voice emerged from further up on the grasses. Her ears perked. The deep, velvety voice was familiar...it sounded like home.
"This is not you Zephyr." He was stern in his approach, almost like he was scolding her. She swallowed, heart pounding heavily against her chest. A voice she had dreamed about since their separation...
Krigare.
She wanted to race towards him, to cry as she nuzzled into his chest. She wanted to apologize for running away, for making a complete fool of herself.
But instead, she stood motionless as the water rushed to her knees and back to the ocean behind her. She tried to muster up a response, but it came out a pathetic squeak. She flicked an ear to the children, then back to him. The waves in her mind were coming again, threatening to tear apart everything once again - to make her run away instead of facing her problems. Her body, sopping wet and cold, felt heavy as she tried to figure out what her next steps would be.
Zephyr
@[Krigare] @[Iron + Wine]