Just throw it back, for one more night
On a starlit and moon-struck night.In Autumn's wake, I seemed to explode onto the scene. Where once there were leaves, freshly fallen and crisply brown, they were a torrent, a whirlwind of yellow, orange and gold. The dying grasses, scorched from the summer's reign made them crisp and splintered beneath my hooves as I fell through the meadow at a charge. All strawberry feathers flying around my sturdy limbs as I go. thick tendrils of red as a sea of bloody foam against the mottled green backdrop. It was nice to stretch, to run and charge, albeit every few strides I would trip over some unseen lump of dirt, stumble a little and continue as elegantly as one could, when one was quite on the large side. A monstrous giant of sorts, throwing her weight around yet still trying to take care for the delicate flowers beneath my feet.
Perhaps I was a walking contradiction. I was no longer an exhausted mess; my stay within the beautiful Falls had given my coat a new lustre, my eyes a new fire. Viridian green eyes swallowed the landscape, the sturdy trees, the crisp grasses beneath. Open fields, and I took advantage. My canter swallows the ground, long, purposeful. Not that I have anywhere inclined to go. It is good to feel the autumnal breeze tangle my locks, bless my coat with a nice, comfortable breeze. Not the sticky, blistering sun that beat down upon me and made every little crevasse sticky with sweat.
I was still no amazing wildflower; not as pristine or well kept as the primroses and lavender. I was more like the climbing flowers that clung to the trees, hidden in the depths of the Falls. Vast and aplenty, all over the place with no real coordination. Of course they were pretty to look at at a distance, but up close you saw the entanglement and felt that even they didn't know where they were going. so, like the trailing vines with pretty little flowers that bloom in adversary, I crawl over the meadow, long strides eating up the ground, head high and neck arched, squirrelly ears, tufty red lobes perked forward and listen to all the autumnal day's sounds. A few chirps here, some darling lark's song there, and the rush of the wind as it whispered sweet nothings into the trees.
For once, for once I was not skulking the trees like some shadow, I was there, I was out in the open. Oof. I trip once more, a large stone in my way. Ah, perhaps, perhaps it is safer me to lurk the shadows. Oh, but then there are the roots of gnarled trees that threaten to capsize my vast vessel, the hidden concealment of rabbit holes that long to take my leg. Perhaps, perhaps I should have flashing lights, like twinkling astrals warning others away. A walking hazard.
In my foray, my eyes fall across a figure; soaked through and tresses slick against her. I watched her activities, careening about like a flighty filly, eyes wide and inquisitive. When she went towards the tree, I was far too close to ignore her. 'Enjoying yourself?' I ask, nickering softly, fluffy ears turning, attuning themselves to her wavelengths. 'I often wonder myself what it's like for a squirrel to climb those trees, for a bird to fly up high in the branches.' my tone is wistful, perhaps a bit too wayward and distant. I turn my attention back to the new arrival and with a blessed smile, 'I'm Eld, of the Falls. A lovely place, lots of water, lots of trees. What's your name?' My tail glides over my hacks, idly before I turn my head the way I came, back to the Falls. 'If you're the exploring type, there's a few nooks and crannies you can get yourself lost in. Well, not me, too small little gaps for me.' I laugh, again far too much talking, but then it happens again and I cannot stop myself, my lips twitch and more words slip out, flowery and soft. Like a lark's gentle song. 'The Falls makes a nice home, that is what you're looking for, right? A home? Well, there's plenty of room, some nice faces... ah, I'm talking too much aren't I?' socially awkward butterfly with clipped wings.
The ground did fold and eat us both
But all my love, I did devote.
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