October
11-10-2019, 09:28 PM
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The sounds of water reaches her through the fog of memories. It is soft and it draws her away from the pain of her still beating heart. What kind of magic has insisted she return to existence (if this is truly living)? To her left and right, October sees many other faces. They seems to float like a waking reverie when Beqanna still held a prestige in kingdoms and herd horses yet she does not know their names.
She is certain none of them would even really notice the sienna mustang with honey eyes.
The sounds of water begin to thrum, loud and commanding, as the earth splits apart and suddenly where there was none, a river now gushes violently. It garners a panicky fear for in this world there are no limitations. Time stands still and yet turns on it's head. Moments ago she had been but a small gathering of bones and wildflowers.
A grey mare materializes through the misty fog of the river's breath. Her movements are stiff and methodical as if in a trance and October's reaction is to go to here but the mare stands <i>knee deep</i> on the belly of the water. How is it possible when the water boils so angrily? It must be from the magic, of course-
Amber eyes suddenly recognize the pattern of rich chestnut and white. <b>"Sariel..."</b> His name stings her raw throat but it was sweet on her tongue. He stands across from her staring, the same twist of a smile that she had yearned for since her found her in the field. <b>"Sariel!"</b> She cries out with a manic desperation...no shadow of the beaten mare is even recognizable as her body electrifies in every second, every beat of her living heart. He stands there with his grin widening and a reflection of love in his eyes..her mustang blood is throttling her and she nervously begins to dance from one hoof to the other as she fights to find a solution.
A tree branch bobbles by and it distracts her momentarily to watch the grey mare fall into the river's depths just as the branch goes over the edge...had the waterfall always been there? October can not recall the roar moments ago but her attention returns to Sariel and her heart is fluttering rapid in desperation to go to him, fold into his embrace and smother his face and neck with her kisses.
One black booted leg reaches for the water and slips beneath the edge. The honey brown are are directed upon Sariel and no other on her side or his...she must get to him. The little voice that drove her whispers worlds of love, Sariel's warmth echoes against her temple but October is scared but she must get to him! Perhaps is no other branches floated by...she could do as the grey woman did and fight to walk knee deep through furious waters instead of falling into them from a distraction.
Slowly with trained eyes, October begins her journey...the water deepens slightly but it holds her where she would have expected to drown. Her eyes are trained and her heart is fighting to touch Sariel's sweet mouth once again, to whispers her promises of eternal love and devotion as she had when she entered the Gates.. Oh how she had missed Heaven's Gates! She missed her beloved tree that she had first seen when she had made her way behind the bay overo king. Beneath that tree she birthed their child Tyrus, shaded and cooled from the summer heat...if only...
From the midst of the river, and much like the sudden appearance of the waterfall, the very same willow from the Gates begins to rise from the depths. Arms of green leaves drift along the water like a simple jellyfish before the sleepy headed willow pushes through the water's surface...growing tall, the bark blackened and slick. October worries she will begin to sink it she allows her focus to slip, if Sariel will suddenly disappear but...but something firm and hard is suddenly pushing her above the angry waters. Thick, gnarled roots are rising upward...the ancient blood lines of the willow are providing a stability for the small mustang mare.
Her heart is beating, beating, beating with relief! The willow grows tall and wide with it's ancient wisdom and Sariel stands just on the other side. <b>"Sariel, my love!"</b> Her echoes of passion are nearly lost over the rush of the river but he calls out cheerfully for her, eyes wide and watching, side steeping along the water's edge as he beckons her to him. The willow stretches far, the long green branches guide her lovingly with wet willow leaves. Ancient mother tree lifts her root work so the plain buckskin mare could reach the other side but even if the tree should falter and fade, October believes if she keeps her focus and drive, she would still wade the waters as the grey mare did moments ago (provided her focus is true and firm) and she could reach the other side to her beloved Sariel either by the sweet mother tree or her own damned determination.
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The sounds of water reaches her through the fog of memories. It is soft and it draws her away from the pain of her still beating heart. What kind of magic has insisted she return to existence (if this is truly living)? To her left and right, October sees many other faces. They seems to float like a waking reverie when Beqanna still held a prestige in kingdoms and herd horses yet she does not know their names.
She is certain none of them would even really notice the sienna mustang with honey eyes.
The sounds of water begin to thrum, loud and commanding, as the earth splits apart and suddenly where there was none, a river now gushes violently. It garners a panicky fear for in this world there are no limitations. Time stands still and yet turns on it's head. Moments ago she had been but a small gathering of bones and wildflowers.
A grey mare materializes through the misty fog of the river's breath. Her movements are stiff and methodical as if in a trance and October's reaction is to go to here but the mare stands <i>knee deep</i> on the belly of the water. How is it possible when the water boils so angrily? It must be from the magic, of course-
Amber eyes suddenly recognize the pattern of rich chestnut and white. <b>"Sariel..."</b> His name stings her raw throat but it was sweet on her tongue. He stands across from her staring, the same twist of a smile that she had yearned for since her found her in the field. <b>"Sariel!"</b> She cries out with a manic desperation...no shadow of the beaten mare is even recognizable as her body electrifies in every second, every beat of her living heart. He stands there with his grin widening and a reflection of love in his eyes..her mustang blood is throttling her and she nervously begins to dance from one hoof to the other as she fights to find a solution.
A tree branch bobbles by and it distracts her momentarily to watch the grey mare fall into the river's depths just as the branch goes over the edge...had the waterfall always been there? October can not recall the roar moments ago but her attention returns to Sariel and her heart is fluttering rapid in desperation to go to him, fold into his embrace and smother his face and neck with her kisses.
One black booted leg reaches for the water and slips beneath the edge. The honey brown are are directed upon Sariel and no other on her side or his...she must get to him. The little voice that drove her whispers worlds of love, Sariel's warmth echoes against her temple but October is scared but she must get to him! Perhaps is no other branches floated by...she could do as the grey woman did and fight to walk knee deep through furious waters instead of falling into them from a distraction.
Slowly with trained eyes, October begins her journey...the water deepens slightly but it holds her where she would have expected to drown. Her eyes are trained and her heart is fighting to touch Sariel's sweet mouth once again, to whispers her promises of eternal love and devotion as she had when she entered the Gates.. Oh how she had missed Heaven's Gates! She missed her beloved tree that she had first seen when she had made her way behind the bay overo king. Beneath that tree she birthed their child Tyrus, shaded and cooled from the summer heat...if only...
From the midst of the river, and much like the sudden appearance of the waterfall, the very same willow from the Gates begins to rise from the depths. Arms of green leaves drift along the water like a simple jellyfish before the sleepy headed willow pushes through the water's surface...growing tall, the bark blackened and slick. October worries she will begin to sink it she allows her focus to slip, if Sariel will suddenly disappear but...but something firm and hard is suddenly pushing her above the angry waters. Thick, gnarled roots are rising upward...the ancient blood lines of the willow are providing a stability for the small mustang mare.
Her heart is beating, beating, beating with relief! The willow grows tall and wide with it's ancient wisdom and Sariel stands just on the other side. <b>"Sariel, my love!"</b> Her echoes of passion are nearly lost over the rush of the river but he calls out cheerfully for her, eyes wide and watching, side steeping along the water's edge as he beckons her to him. The willow stretches far, the long green branches guide her lovingly with wet willow leaves. Ancient mother tree lifts her root work so the plain buckskin mare could reach the other side but even if the tree should falter and fade, October believes if she keeps her focus and drive, she would still wade the waters as the grey mare did moments ago (provided her focus is true and firm) and she could reach the other side to her beloved Sariel either by the sweet mother tree or her own damned determination.
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