08-13-2015, 02:27 PM
'Shatter Me must know much more about motherhood than I. I shall pick her brain.' I laugh lightly, the sound gentle, soft. Feathered ears swivel atop my crown, bowing and bending, catching the spring time call of the larks and their newborns above. spring was a verdant time, full of life, new and old. Like a never-ending cycle. I listened quietly, for a moment, taking in the gush of the falls, the clamour of the rapids below. The gentle song on the breeze of happy-go-lucky birds. This place, it truly was a fairytale. Opening my eyes (I had not known they had closed) I turned my age back to the bay steed.
'You seem to have more pep in your step.' I chide, perhaps, a little banter. It was strange that I could think of having friends, think of being comfortable. But I am, I was. The smile on my lips soon turns downward and the mention of Chezter -- he was something I did not quite know what to do with. Yet I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but it was far too much, far too soon.
'Friend? I wish he were interested in just being such. I don't really know quite what to do. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but he said some things that I was not ready for.' my eyes thens settle back upon the blue roan colt by my hind-end, he had finished his feed and was deciding, now was the perfect time to use these new stilt like appendages of his. All over the place, and hardly going in a forward direction, he decided it was best to flop down and bask in the spring sun.
'You've seen many years Texas. Oh, I.. that didn't sound as nice as intended!' I shook my head, ribbons of red mane falling over my eyes, shielding the embarrassment that flushed them. 'I mean to say, you have more experience of life than I. How do I.. how do I let someone down gently? I'm not quite ready for what he wants, I.. I'm not even sure I would want, what he wants, with him.' I am all clumsy words, they fall from my lips like obscure puzzle pieces. I try and be as diplomatic as possible, but how else would one say that they did not return the love, that had jumped on them? The love that, wasn't even understandable.
'Others can be so... frustratingly hard work.' I blow a snort, doing so causes the long ribbons of my forelock to sashay against my breath. At least I knew where I stood with Texas. He was wiser, an errant gentleman if there were one. I admired him in a way one would admire an older gentleman with a curious grin. He also gave me the dear child, and for that I was truly thankful, and awash with a glow of pride.
'You seem to have more pep in your step.' I chide, perhaps, a little banter. It was strange that I could think of having friends, think of being comfortable. But I am, I was. The smile on my lips soon turns downward and the mention of Chezter -- he was something I did not quite know what to do with. Yet I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but it was far too much, far too soon.
'Friend? I wish he were interested in just being such. I don't really know quite what to do. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but he said some things that I was not ready for.' my eyes thens settle back upon the blue roan colt by my hind-end, he had finished his feed and was deciding, now was the perfect time to use these new stilt like appendages of his. All over the place, and hardly going in a forward direction, he decided it was best to flop down and bask in the spring sun.
'You've seen many years Texas. Oh, I.. that didn't sound as nice as intended!' I shook my head, ribbons of red mane falling over my eyes, shielding the embarrassment that flushed them. 'I mean to say, you have more experience of life than I. How do I.. how do I let someone down gently? I'm not quite ready for what he wants, I.. I'm not even sure I would want, what he wants, with him.' I am all clumsy words, they fall from my lips like obscure puzzle pieces. I try and be as diplomatic as possible, but how else would one say that they did not return the love, that had jumped on them? The love that, wasn't even understandable.
'Others can be so... frustratingly hard work.' I blow a snort, doing so causes the long ribbons of my forelock to sashay against my breath. At least I knew where I stood with Texas. He was wiser, an errant gentleman if there were one. I admired him in a way one would admire an older gentleman with a curious grin. He also gave me the dear child, and for that I was truly thankful, and awash with a glow of pride.