01-10-2018, 05:51 AM
Enniska likes this strange, pale mare. She is beautiful and the pure joy of simply being sparkles in her eyes. Enniska decides that she likes her because the ghostly mare seems to be caught up in her own mind, living in her own, fabricated world, which is probably quite wonderful. Enniska wonders what it’s like; how does it look? Is it dark? Or is it filled with life and light like its creator seems to be. The ghostly mare turns to her and greets her with a dazzling smile, one that leaves Enniska almost stunned....is this mare the moon in the form of a horse? Or is she perhaps some other goddess, wandering the lands of mortals like gods and goddess sometimes do? Saedís. A beautiful name. Another greeting comes from nearby, from a mare Enniska hasn’t noticed approaching them. The mare is small, with a kind, pretty face, but Enniska can’t help but notice her limp, and then her leg that seems to have just stopped growing at some point. It is odd to Enniska; she has never seen anything like it before. What is even more odd is the mare’s name; Wound. It is such an ordinary word, but when put into the context of a name, it suddenly becomes almost poetic to Enniska, a lovely sound that seems to match the lovely mare’s only fault; her strange leg. But the mare does not seem to be bothered by her leg, and so Enniska decides she will not let it bother her either. Enniska takes a moment to admire the colouring of the mare, for it is just as unique as the rest of her.
Saedís turns to Enniska, and asks for her name. Enniska does not hesitate, both the individuals in her company seem kind and radiant, and they have put her nerves about being in a new territory at ease. She smiles softly at the two of them. “My apologises, it is Enniska,” she says in her deep, calm voice. It is the kind of voice that when you listen to it, it feels like you’re falling asleep or into a trans, the kind of voice you hear whispering to you when you are afraid, and you think of a loved one telling you everything will be alright to calm yourself down. The small mare, Wound, speaks again, and this time she warns of the men in the lands. Enniska stiffens. She knows the experience all too well, and her heart skips a beat. She instantly feels deeply grateful towards the gorgeous little mare for the warning, and she can’t help but pick up on the protectiveness in the mare’s voice. For a brief moment Enniska wonders what it is that the mare seems to be protecting, if it is anything at all.
Saedís speaks again, asking Wound about the men, sounding almost like a child; words laced with innocence and bewilderment. Enniska turns her attention towards Wound now, for she is also curious and now slightly concerned about the dangers that might lurk in these lands. Despite Wound’s warning, Enniska finds herself feeling relieved and happy to be in this new place, and she is certainly pleased to meet such seemingly lovely individuals so soon. It sets her hopes and dreams of this new place into a positive rhythm, and the uneasiness that had wrapped itself around her heart earlier is banished with the moon mare’s dazzling smile and the little one’s radiating warmth.
"What do you call this place?" Enniska asks, turning her bright eyes to Wound, and then, almost as if realising how vague her question is, she smiles and speaks again. "This land I mean, what is it's name? I have never been in this part of the world before."
Enniska
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