03-15-2018, 11:18 AM
Nymf's relief was short lived as the Goddess lay before them yet another task. The ghostly figure of the woman before them appeared all to familiar to her. Though age was written upon her features there was an undeniable kinship between the two mares. Even before being hidden to do so, Nymf felt herself begin to gravitate towards the weeping creature.
She knew the loss that wrote itself so clearly upon the elder. Words were inadequate against such pain and suffering. Left to the quiet, it was just the two of them within that space. The mumbling of the crowd had evaporated into silence and, even the Goddess' bold presense their fell to the wayside against the challenge set before her.
Tentatively she stepped forward, tucking her wings tightly against her so that she appeared smaller than she was. Gently she brought herself alongside the weeping creature and gently nuzzled her cheek.
Nymf knew grief all to well. The loss of her own family had left it's scars upon her soul permanently and she knew that she would never be the same as she was before. The loneliness that had overtaken her. The helplessness. If it hadn't been for another she would not have been standing before a Goddess.
Life was funny, in a way. It kept moving, despite the pain it dolled out. One could either get lost to their sorrows, allow it to wash over them and take them away with its current, or you could attempt to pull yourself together. To grow.
Nymf was trying and, often times failing, to pick herself up. Everyday she chose to press on she was faced with the same challenge.
In a way it almost felt as of she'd been tasked to comfort herself.
Leaning in close she wrapped her wing around ths bruised and beaten mare. Whispering gently she said, <b>"You are not alone."</b>
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Answer :: heart-strings
Word count :: 315
She knew the loss that wrote itself so clearly upon the elder. Words were inadequate against such pain and suffering. Left to the quiet, it was just the two of them within that space. The mumbling of the crowd had evaporated into silence and, even the Goddess' bold presense their fell to the wayside against the challenge set before her.
Tentatively she stepped forward, tucking her wings tightly against her so that she appeared smaller than she was. Gently she brought herself alongside the weeping creature and gently nuzzled her cheek.
Nymf knew grief all to well. The loss of her own family had left it's scars upon her soul permanently and she knew that she would never be the same as she was before. The loneliness that had overtaken her. The helplessness. If it hadn't been for another she would not have been standing before a Goddess.
Life was funny, in a way. It kept moving, despite the pain it dolled out. One could either get lost to their sorrows, allow it to wash over them and take them away with its current, or you could attempt to pull yourself together. To grow.
Nymf was trying and, often times failing, to pick herself up. Everyday she chose to press on she was faced with the same challenge.
In a way it almost felt as of she'd been tasked to comfort herself.
Leaning in close she wrapped her wing around ths bruised and beaten mare. Whispering gently she said, <b>"You are not alone."</b>
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Answer :: heart-strings
Word count :: 315