The Valley

Between the Meadow and the Field is the third of Beqanna’s Common Grounds. A rolling valley is bisected by a broad and shallow river. The grass is thick and lush, and this is a good place for a stallion to live with his family if he does not yet have a herd land.

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Posted on March 7, 2011 at 09:54:41 PM by Pewter Bane

Pewter Bane’s head pulled back slowly in hidden repulsion. His eyes were stuck on those wings, those limp, saggy wings that hung by his blood’s sides. Was this what happened when he shared his bloodline with others? His teeth pressed together tightly. Amarilla seemed to be fine with it, like her reality had changed so that the thing looked beautiful. He couldn’t change what he saw – not this time. Orange didn’t become purple and the grass was still green. ”Do I have a problem?” He repeated indignantly, staring around suddenly. ”It’s our son that has the problem. . . Don’t you think there’s somewhere more private we could take it?” Worry was obvious in his cool eyes as he distastefully glanced at others, wondering who was watching as this thing before him was born. It was his color with her stripes and eyes. Couldn’t have been a better combination but for those feathers spoking from its stomach. ”I mean, there’s nothing wrong with appearances such as yours our mine, Amarilla.. but these fluffy growths are just… bad for a child.” Pewter Bane’s eyes took up the colt cruelly. In a wave of harsh honesty, he clearly thought that he didn’t want this foal. He didn’t want Amarilla to be so happy about it either and he had the strongest impulse to just scream how awful this had turned out to be before simply running to find a hole to hide in. He couldn’t make himself move aside from inches of adjustment or shifted weight, or wary glances. ”Let’s just take him somewhere less public.” He begged in his collected manor, taking a hesitant step back and waiting for her to follow his motion. His gaze remained dead on the colt, though. As much as he favored Amarilla, this child of hers was not what he had expected from her at all.

Replies:

• Higher Off The Ground - By Amarillo March 8, 2011 at 07:37:34 PM
  • --^--Drop him from the sky.--^-- - By Pewter Bane March 11, 2011 at 04:32:24 PM
    • Strangers Like Me - By Amarilla March 11, 2011 at 06:38:42 PM

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