a plea for help

[Reuen]

how much heartache can we take?

Summer is rather forgiving, far more so than the cold of the shadows, the ice of winter that knits to the deepest of your bones. The Gates, in summer is quite a spectacle. The greens of the blades at my feet, are vivid and soft, luscious clover cannon bone deep. I idle, in the heart of the field, my chocolate frame looking a little better than it ever has been. The scars are grey, dark against my skin, but not open, not fleshy and sore. They still hurt, of course they do, but perhaps now it is the memories that burn into my flesh, more so than the wounds themselves.

My bones do not jut at obscure angles, my ribcage has a slight covering and is no longer a xylophone of ivory white bone. the grass in the Gates is palatable and forgiving. the sun, it's glimmering rays beaming down and warming my hide, welcomingly so. I doze a little, eyes closing, drooping my head so that my muzzle hangs just above the clover, my lip drooping.

My peace is disturbed as soon as the lull of serenity takes me. Crying. Sobs. I shake my head, hollowed eyes drawing up alongside my crown, to view the field. There were mingling souls, deep in conversation, and then, I catch the little filly. Her sobs as paramount as my own have been in the past. I shiver, a cold reminder of the sorrow that marred my bones. I steadily make my way over, eyes glistening behind a silver ribbon of forelock. 'You cry.' I say, my voice tentatively slow, gentle, gentle. I pull my ears back, looking about for whatever perpetrator had caused the child to cry. Finding none, I took another step forward. Having Kernick had made instincts rise from within me, a need to protect, a need to serve the weakened ones. But what help can the broken, ruined girl, truly be?

'You cry. No tears. No tears. Shh. Shh.'I offer my muzzle and try and twist a smile. 'The Gates, they are home, they are safe. Yes, yes the Gates. Safe. Safe.' My silvery tresses dance against my chocolate neck as I take a few steps around the blue filly. 'Reuen will help. Reuen will help you.'

Reuen
the little ruined girl of the gates