S O L A C E
Solace is a half-written poem.
All she knew of love was quick kisses and nothing more, stolen glances and sheepish smiles - an offer of shared warmth on a winters day from a handsome stranger in the woods.
An offer politely declined while the blood rushed to her ears.
Yet still, she thought of romance more than she thought she should. This thing of which she knew nothing, which took up permanent residence in her thoughts even though she had sworn it off. At three years old, the young Queen was a hopeless romantic - and it left her sleepless many nights.
Touches form her oldest friends sent her heart galloping, he was always on her mind. She banished him from her thoughts, yet she sought out his pale from whenever she could. Smoak, he floated between each kingdom thought.
But the sight of another gifts the honey-colored mare a distraction from her unrest. She had seen a stranger navigating along the slopes with a hesitant step, and her sure stride takes her to him.
The autumn with tossels her tri-colored mane gently, undoubtedly carrying her scent towards the copper stallion.
"Hello?" he calls, and she echoes his word with the friendly confidence of a practiced greeter. "Hello, I'm Solace." The distance she eaves between them is greater than she would normally choose, but it is no shouting distance and her words come softly. "Is there someone you are searching for?"
caretaker of hyaline
@[takei]
