Pine Barrens

What countless crimes have you done during your life? Have you taken the breath from another's lungs, or even just stomped on a little flower? There is a girl here tonight, one of odd colors and even stranger actions. Yet she is a doll; lovely and amusing in her own way, and to those that have an open mind. She is neither difficult nor easy, but somewhere firmly in between. She is far too aware of what can happen to let herself be broken down, or swept under a rug like the dust you are trying to hide from your dinner party guests. Oh, and how that must be. Every imperfection a girl must take and hide, locking it away on the highest shelf in the darkest room of her biggest house. Because no one seems to want less than perfect these days, and maybe that is why this girl before you does not babble on in talks to the little furry squirrel near her. She would like to, just to have a companion, but she won't. She misses the people she left behind, yet she does not mourn a single one of them. This pagan goddess is in her new element, a new home, and she will take that idea and run with it. How tired she had grown of restrictions and stiff, uptight, white collar ways. So instead she has liberated herself from previous lands and captors, all to come here and play by a new man's rules. Well, I must tell you now, she is a fireball. Never boring to be around, and downright sweet if you'll let her be. She is an angel among the living; a child of the stars with her odd colored hide and too-big dreams. Different, in a good way, is what she is.

How long it has been, since her lips have cried out for another to help her. She was once a thing that felt dependant on another, though quite obviously she has shaken that belief within herself. For she is here, and the person she thought she needed is far behind. And good for him, on that one, for all she would do now is reject him once more. This woman is like a small bird flying on ragged wings; she thinks that she will get away and find something new, something better. Yet fate's hand will catch her once more, crushing the tiny bones within her wings and making her helpless. Then a predator, like a large orange tabby cat hunting a mouse, will come down and swoop her up. We can hope that they won't eat her, much like the cat would the mouse. Have you ever stopped to sympathize with the poor mice? They lose their family daily because they are labeled rodents. Then again, humans lose loved ones every day too. What is the difference? Both reek of death and destruction, and neither will she want to be near. I suppose though, that to this story, that question is irrelevant.

She blows out softly through delicate, velvet nostrils. The little grey squirrel chitters at her angrily, trying to send her away so that he can continue gathering his winter store. All she does, however, is collapse into a giggling fit. When the poor thing turns its back to her, she nudges him gently. Flat on his face he falls, and a rather stunned look fills my maiden's eyes. She didn't mean to do that! No matter though, for the thing is up in an instant and even angrier than before. He begins throwing acorns at her, and she snorts indignantly. How rude! She prances away from the acorn shower, snapping her knees up high and flagging her darker creme colored tail. She is as stunning and elegant as any showgirl, with her lovely dished face and dainty body. Small in stature she is, though she was blessed with a beautiful cloak. She is a perlino dun, startling against the green and tall dark trees of the landscape. Lylaa comes to a halt when she is far enough away from that wretched squirrel, and she kicks up her heels merrily. She is happy to be somewhere she can feel free, even if there is some strange man waiting for her around the corner.

Finally, she comes to stand so very still, her bright blue eyes watching the sun glowering over the too-tall trees, fading too fast even for the impending night fall. The sun reflects the odd spark inside those beautiful eyes, showing off every aspect of my odd and astoundingly lovely creature. It is here, watching the light fall and shadows grow longer, that she decides to simply wait. The stranger, a man that will try and take her home, will find her whether she stays put or keeps moving. And so, with a swish of her tail, she simply stands and waits to greet the night.

L Y L A A
days seem to melt like classic summers..

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