"Mom?"
The voice is soft and curious but rings like a shot through the quiet wood. Tulip ears twist and angled features turn to face the boy before her. Well, "boy" didn't quite cover it. The stallion before her was almost a mirror image of herself. Pale milky white sloshed across his chocolate bodice and provided a stark contrast to the dark pine around them. His face was covered in curious concern and young eyes were wide with question. Her own large sea glass eyes searched the forest around them, surely he had not been talking to her?
Before the dumbstruck mare had a moment to process a gilded creature stretched to the forest floor from her perch above them. The woman was swathed in brilliant golds and conch shell pink. Her mane was wild and littered with flowers and leaves from the trees she sulked in moments before.
'Good.' Lamb thought 'She can collect her child and go'
Delicate ears pinned flat against her neck as she ventured to peer closer at the two before her. Some derogatory comment slipped from the opposer's lips but Lamb paid it no mind. Pale eyes flashed wildly between the stag and the maiden.
"Perhaps both you and the child should go now."
Her voice was ragged with age and misuse. It crawled its way from her chest and released itself in cracking waves of warning and building anxiety. Behind her lids twisted laughter and diluted colors built washed out pictures. Trembling at the edge of her flayed mind was her children, their faces and names tucked far into her battered brain. Somewhere out there her foals lived but the splashed stallion in front of her did not belong to her empty womb.
Her foals would be babies now not adults she reasoned, and with that, her mind was made up. Striding forward she shouldered past the two who stood so patiently before her. Moments before she had asked them to leave but something in the boy's plaintive stare and the woman's crazed giggles told her she would have to be the first one to go.
Cracking twigs and falling ash trailed behind her as did the heavy air in the clearing she had once possessed but her pace did not slow and pinned ears did not relax.
'There is nothing to fear' she whispered quietly to herself. For what harm could two strangers do to her?
( <3 )
The voice is soft and curious but rings like a shot through the quiet wood. Tulip ears twist and angled features turn to face the boy before her. Well, "boy" didn't quite cover it. The stallion before her was almost a mirror image of herself. Pale milky white sloshed across his chocolate bodice and provided a stark contrast to the dark pine around them. His face was covered in curious concern and young eyes were wide with question. Her own large sea glass eyes searched the forest around them, surely he had not been talking to her?
Before the dumbstruck mare had a moment to process a gilded creature stretched to the forest floor from her perch above them. The woman was swathed in brilliant golds and conch shell pink. Her mane was wild and littered with flowers and leaves from the trees she sulked in moments before.
'Good.' Lamb thought 'She can collect her child and go'
Delicate ears pinned flat against her neck as she ventured to peer closer at the two before her. Some derogatory comment slipped from the opposer's lips but Lamb paid it no mind. Pale eyes flashed wildly between the stag and the maiden.
"Perhaps both you and the child should go now."
Her voice was ragged with age and misuse. It crawled its way from her chest and released itself in cracking waves of warning and building anxiety. Behind her lids twisted laughter and diluted colors built washed out pictures. Trembling at the edge of her flayed mind was her children, their faces and names tucked far into her battered brain. Somewhere out there her foals lived but the splashed stallion in front of her did not belong to her empty womb.
Her foals would be babies now not adults she reasoned, and with that, her mind was made up. Striding forward she shouldered past the two who stood so patiently before her. Moments before she had asked them to leave but something in the boy's plaintive stare and the woman's crazed giggles told her she would have to be the first one to go.
Cracking twigs and falling ash trailed behind her as did the heavy air in the clearing she had once possessed but her pace did not slow and pinned ears did not relax.
'There is nothing to fear' she whispered quietly to herself. For what harm could two strangers do to her?
( <3 )
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