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Posted on December 4, 2011 at 00:02:45 AM by Tia Maria
Legs were coated with mud from the marshes that spreadout along the Southeast of the of the Island kingdom, the splatters of dark earth reaching up towards her belly and staining the sterling coat. It an empty desolate place, not that the rest of her kingdom or even Hoof Prince wasn't, but it was a different sort of desolace. It was meant to be that way. Empty, forboding, with nothing but the frigid sea wind whipping through the frost tinged reeds. Heavy fog brewed and swirled over the unwelcoming expanse, inviting those unwary to lose their way home like willowisps dancing in the dark. It was here that she had been spending most of her time, lying amongst the reeds, wading or even swimming brief stretches from one island to the next, letting the mist whiteout her thoughts and wishes to be at the bottom of the sea.
She was still a mess, dejected beneath that ever so fitting layer of mud, the blood still dried on her once shell pink lips from her last misadventure into the vistas, but she had abandoned her swamps for the time being. No, now she wanted the shores, the groves and copses that dotted that islands, free of the ice that had coated her so thoroughly. What was she looking for? Even she didn't know. Closure? Doubtful. Peace? Hardly. Contact? Perhaps this was the answer. Perhaps she was simply just looking for some contact with those whom she had abandoned to the dust and cobwebs. She wasn't even sure if any remained but her own children, too put off by her disappearance to remain faithful to the Southern kingdom. She didn't blame them, not at all. They deserved something better, someone better to lead them.
As she rounded into the grove, she almost started, spooking as best as her dejected and abused body would allow her at the buckskin body she stumbled upon. A quick glance filled in the blanks. Feminine and without the bold splashes of white coating limbs and face. She knew who this was, remembered the buckskin doll caring for her as she lie strewn amongst the mud and snow, the mare's best attempts to spur the Senate into action. She remembered promoting her to counsel, for truly she had helped the fallen Queen as best she could and in ways and means too numerous to name.
Serafina...you're still here...
There was a glimmer of hope tucked behind those words, a flicker of life in cadet grey eyes. There was no need to dissemble her joy, that knowledge that she hadn't been completely abandoned, even in all her selfish pain.
tia maria
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