Like a Fine, Aged Wine

[Blasphemare]

blasphemare

As old as the breath of wind that brought her in, the black mare stepped into a land once familiar but changed with the flows of time. Age had been well received by this old codger, like a fine, aged wine.. Her bones creaked only slightly for a creature that was only a few years younger than the land upon which she stepped. A pair of blood red eyes glinted in only slightly sunken eye sockets. 



Each step was deliberate, placed exactly where it was meant to be to lead her along the edge of the broad plain. Those eerie eyes watched for anything of interest, though the look upon her face read that she didn’t expect to find anything that could peak her interest. Oh, she had been around. She had seen many things. She had traveled to worlds far beyond the borders of Beqanna. Still, this place would always be home.



Even so, it was a home she did not recognize. One hundred years would do that to the land. Trees will grow and die. Rivers will change course. The occupants of the land change. She wondered if there were any faces she might recognize, though that was unlikely. She wondered if some old faces would sense her presence and return, though that, too, was unlikely. She wondered if there were any distant relatives of hers running around instead. That would be more likely, as she had had plenty enough children in the many years she had lived in these lands, and some of those children had had plenty of children of their own. Not that any of them would recognize her, nor she them.



A breeze ruffled a tousled mane and tail, and she stepped forward once more, each step more deliberate than the last. She somehow walked without having to look down, not a normal trait in horses, especially those showing some advance in age. She wouldn’t approach anyone. No, she was too old to bother with that. Let someone approach her. Let someone notice her and wonder what her story would be.

Like a fine, aged wine