02-23-2019, 10:35 AM
bottom of the deep blue sea
The mare stands quietly at the shores of the river. Gold slips between the splintered surface as it glides over sunken rocks and tangled branches. She knows what lies beneath the depths of the warm current. Bones, scattered and broken, sleep between the jagged edges of crush boulders.Autumn blazed with orange and reds around her pied frame. The pretty mare pays the season no mind and as the grey and blues of the water capture the pewter of her own eyes. She seems to stare as though answers lay hidden in the river's belly. A low sigh splits her dark lips before she lifts her head away (not realizing she had walked knee deep in the beckoning waters). The curve of her jaw lifts away to look over her shoulder at a few equines that gather for either conversation or coitus and she regards them with a silent eye.
The air is cooled but crisp and it shakes away the fog she was in. The obsidian and moonstone mare steps away from the chilly river to stand on the shore. It felt good to feel the sun on her scales, an embrace lulling her happily, as she shakes the excess water from her hair to enjoy the solitude of the river.