[private] spirit bird, she creaks and groans - thorn

[Chasity]

Summer breathes its warmth into the grassy meadow. It is still green here, despite the long hot days. The grass grows lush and tall, the perfect opportunity for an afternoon feast.

Her daughter sleeps in the shade of a cluster of trees, nestled in a bed of fallen leaves. Butterflies dance about her flowering mane, relishing in the pink and orange blooms. Chasity grazes nearby, her heart fluttering with an overwhelming sense of joy as she watches her sleeping child.

The flowers appeared from nowhere. She awoke one morning to find tiny buds in her daughter’s mane, which blossomed and bloomed in the sunlight. Strangely, Nalani told her the dust made them grow.

Stranger still is the starlight that visits her child every night. A glowing ball of ethereal light, it keeps her safe while she sleeps. That is, if she sleeps—Nalani has been spending more and more time awake through the night, walking with the starlight at her side, whispering secrets into the glowing light. They share a quiet, unspoken bond.

Magic.

There was always magic in Chasity’s old world. There were horses with wings and horns, and eternal life. She heard whispers of fairies who lived in the furthest corners of the land, of enchantments woven deep beneath the earth. There were rumours of horses who had powers beyond any mortal being. Chasity was never witness to it, though she always believed.

It is different here, in this world. The magic seems stronger. More visible. She has seen things she never thought possible.

It has certainly blessed her child.

Her child, who is no longer the small spindly creature of yesterday. It pains her to think that soon, Nalani will no longer need her. She has become her best friend, her sole source of comfort in this lonely world. To imagine life without her at her side—

She closes her eyes, shakes the negative thoughts from her mind.

For now, her daughter is still close. It is a beautiful summer’s day. And who is to know what the afternoon may bring?

CHASITY

listen to the birds sing softly.

@[thorn] <3

[thorn]

THORN

In the endless abyss of wallowing that Thorn falls through, he occasionally finds someone happy enough to cushion his descent. It is not often; in fact, he thinks he has only experienced it once (and even that . . . perhaps it was a dream). But when he senses it, he just knows - even as their pain trickles into his veins like poison, he hardly notices.

Such a powerful bond of motherly love. Such a force of childhood innocence.

Yes, Thorn drowns in Chasity's pain, but - it feels like it costs less. Like their pain has an answer and one day they'll never feel it again. A lighter breath escapes the sabino's lips. A deep inhale of air, a sharp exhale of clarity.

I could stay here forever.

But the summer sun is not apt to hide a seventeen hand tall pegasus, and with little coverage, Chasity is bound to notice him. Thorn realizes this, his wonderous gaze roiling into a storm of confusion and irritation. He tells himself to turn around but his feet simply do not listen: soon the stallion is within a polite distance of the stranger.

"You're in pain," he states.

It feels strange to tell her that.

@[Chasity] <3