06-21-2015, 02:35 AM
They are all there, the people who knew her, but whom he does not know. They are all there, crying or rather not. He, too, weeps. From the depths of his glowing blue eyes, two tears fall; his white-bark legs ache to bring Librette closer to him for but a moment, but the stallion is not so selfish. He stands yards away, bringing a gentle, sad rain upon the small cluster of horses. He does not stay for long, however.
"Hello, Librette." He murmurs just behind her ears, enjoying the feeling of thinness which this place radiates. His lungs expand, expand, expand, yet never are full. "You didn't think you'd be without me for long, did you?" He smiles a grim, moody smile. "I'll take care of the tree, and the others. Don't lose hope."
And then, with a sigh, he is gone, back beneath the rain, surrounded by the mourners. Alas, there are no final words from him. Nothing is final, with him.
"Hello, Librette." He murmurs just behind her ears, enjoying the feeling of thinness which this place radiates. His lungs expand, expand, expand, yet never are full. "You didn't think you'd be without me for long, did you?" He smiles a grim, moody smile. "I'll take care of the tree, and the others. Don't lose hope."
And then, with a sigh, he is gone, back beneath the rain, surrounded by the mourners. Alas, there are no final words from him. Nothing is final, with him.