12-06-2018, 02:53 PM
All of the voices inside of my mind will never be silenced
At first the world is bright. And confusing. And loud. It is so hard to make heads or tails of. Not when it had been so quiet and dark and warm, then suddenly it is not. There first thing that becomes clear is her mother. Soft and comfortable and familiar. She can hear her so loudly, love and concern tangling inside her mind. Lynx.It’s confusing, these words, but she could sort them later. Because it becomes louder, more clamouring. Worry, excitement, joy. It takes her a moment to sort through these ones, they are so loud and boisterous. But they make her happy too, so she finds she does not mind so much. Because they are laced with love and protection. Suddenly she knows, this is her father. Fox.
Persea. She hears it before it comes from his lips, an echo of his riotous mind. Is it normal to say things twice like that? Perhaps that is how everyone does it.
It takes her a moment to realize Persea is she. That is her name. She blinks for a moment before a wide smile spreads across her tiny mouth. Yes, she likes that. It has such a nice sound. It reminds of her of before, when it had been quiet and warm and dark.
When hunger stirs her belly, she frowns a little. But instinct tells her momma could help her. She had to get to momma. She looks up. She seems miles away even though in truth it is little more than a few steps. Small features setting into determined lines, she struggles to get her ungainly limbs beneath her. It takes her a few tries. Daddy laughs the first time, and she huffs a little grumpily at that. He thinks it’s funny, she can feel it. But daddy seems to like laughing a lot. And he comes to help her so she forgives him.
When finally she stumbles the few steps between her and momma, she sighs in relief as she leans against her sturdy weight. She can smell something delicious. Milk. She picks out the word from the confusion. Yes, momma would feed her milk.
After she fills her belly, she draws back, teetering on her wobbly limbs. She doesn’t like this. Not one little bit. She wanted to be strong, like mom and dad. But time will not hasten, even for impatient little fillies. Exhaustion begins to pluck persistent fingers at her mind then, and her impatience fades as blinks sleepily at momma. With a sigh, she stumbles forward, pushing beneath momma’s neck. Folding her long, knobby legs, she barely avoids simply collapsing to the ground as she tries to curl as gracefully at her mother's feet as her untried limbs will allow. She blinks a few times, stubbornly resisting sleep until it’s pull can no longer be denied. Until she is swept under with a satisfied little sigh.
until I can find a way to let go of what we left behind
persea
