06-28-2018, 06:20 AM
Autumn clung to the land, transforming it from the once vibrant and lush greens of summer to the dulled browns of the season. Around her a cruel wind whipped through the glistening copper tips of her feathers, her wings held close to her side to preserve what little heat remained. She sensed a cruel winter would soon be upon them and she grieved the thought of her eventual confinement to Nerine. Althoigh welcomed and protected by the Leviathans, she felt an aching disconnect. It had been that very same sense of nagging that had lured her to the never ending hills of the meadow. Standing there atop a crest she imagined how the landscape would change come spring's longed for that. Wild flowers and newly birthed sprigs of grass would push itself up through the remnants of the frost, transforming the land with its colorful hues. All around, newborn foals would frolic and play, their cares far from the ones that troubled their parents. Occasionally, a lone bud would abandon its stalk to take up a place woven into baby soft manes.
Flowers in manes...
Unbidden she remembered Svedka, the palomino stallion whose path she had crossed as she wandered beside the river. Handsom and dripping with charisma, she smiled at the memory of his own floral arrangement tied within the white and blue of his mane. There were not many left like him and, for a moment, she wished that they hadnt had to part ways.
Dusk was nearly upon her, the afternoon sun quickly fading in the gray blue above. Exhaling slowly she turned round, back towards the path she knew would carry her safely home. There, a mere spot in the distance, her eyes fell on the figure of a lone palomino trotting eleelegantly toward her. Unmistakably recognizable, she hardly believed her eyes. Svedka. Lacking his array of blossoms he appeared different - more masculine somehow. Nervously she ducked her head, her saphire blue eyes watching him through thick lashes, as his gaze fell upon her. With an elongated stride he rushed towards her. A million butterflies erupted inside of her belly, fluttering and churning her insides. In the blink of eye he stood before her, the icy wind tossing his multicolored forelock away from his head. Breathlessly her name slips from the softly smiling curve of his lips and her heart jumped into her throat. Before she can summon a reply his muzzle is being offered towards her, a greeting that is both familiar and intimate. Mirroring his movements she gently brushed the soft of her own nose to his, trailing it along the length of his face to plant a soft kiss upon his cheek.
"Hello Svedka."
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
@[Svedka]