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Posted on June 7, 2013 at 00:28:29 AM by mothmona
It was too hot. Outrageously so. I remember quite well that this sort of heat was irregular for a place so close to the water. And here I'd been told all through early mare-hood that your bones chill as they age. One more lie that the young are apt to believe. One lie among a chorus. But I thought it was all very silly. It was always the things I heard as a girl that were untrue. If I had paid more attention to what I was experiencing, I would have undergone a significantly smaller amount of disappointments as I grew. My reality is this: I am not young any more, but I would sooner die than say I am already beyond my usefulness. I walked through the field with a great ambition to be needed somewhere, slowly swaying my tired head as I walked but not with too much swing. It was a well-practiced saunter meant to make one look bored but approachable. I'd had many, many hours to think about these things. But what I had not thought of was my age. Perhaps back when I was four or five this sway brought out my better half, swinging my free main and letting my glittery eyes catch the interest of those who they'd glance at the peek of each rising bob, but now... Oh, glory. What had I done to myself? Now, at thirteen years, it was very possible that this gentle sway only made my tired eyes seem heavier. What the bloody hell was I even doing there? I saw the other mares, barely little fillies, just out of the womb hardly, and the stallions were putting on parades for them. And what was I? Twice their age? Triple some? It was embarrassing. Were I an ostrich that I could bury my face... How thin is my mane these days? Do I already look twenty? I feel thirty... No. I shook my head and puffed a squall of hot air through my nose. I am still strong. I am still of use on this plane, so I must find some need before I grow even older and am sucked into the next plane. There had to be something here for me. Nanny Illself used to tell me that there is a place for every horse in any herd. But that was back when I was young, and fresh, and everyone told me lies... |
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- Re(1): all kindsa tests - By Mothmona June 9, 2013 at 09:33:48 PM
- moar tests - By Mothy June 10, 2013 at 11:46:30 PM
- not done yet! - By Mothmona June 12, 2013 at 08:55:10 PM
- moar tests - By Mothy June 10, 2013 at 11:46:30 PM
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