Faeries Dance at Flaming Falls (El Aran) Posted on April 4, 2015 at 01:59:34 AM by Taytim
The black chestnut mare trotted around the islands, every day learning more about this new land she was beginning to call home. Today she was enjoying the cool autumn breeze through her mane and tail. In her mind there was nothing better than a bright cool day. The sounds of the falls drew her to a new place, her curiosity always getting the better of her, and her interest in learning about new places always a driving force.
Slowing to a walk, she admired the fall of the water. Cascades pouring over the edge to pound on stone below. The bright water reflected sun onto the dying leaves, lighting the trees up in harmless flames. Dark eyes watched in wonder as nature continued to make the world around wonderful and beautiful.
Taytim thought back to her home, the pride of her father and the gentleness of her mother. Her sisters and half sister who had ventured out with her. Would they have liked this land? Did they find places they would be happy to call home? She contemplated calming her wandering heart and finding a home, and a herd. But as the water fell onto the rocks, her soul felt restless and wanton to be free. She recalled the happenings and rules of her father’s herd and those of the ones she had come across in her search for this place. Restriction and obedience did not run in the gentle mare’s veins, there was not enough room with the amount of blood and indepence.
Breathing a sigh of contented pleasure, the young lady rested beside the talkative falls as sun and reflections continued to dance around and upon her. Replies: