15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


She reached out to him once more when he had left her side. Whether meaning to or not, Pagan continued to hold himself and touch her, taking as much pleasure in a simple caress as he hoped she did. A gentle snort breathed at her face. “And what is more kindness in the world? Just because one is more or less kind than another does it mean those that kindness needs to be taken away? Or hidden?” He lipped at her gently, his affection for this mare growing with every passing breath. “Perhaps your kindness simply has not had a chance to shine the world.” He could see it in her. He wanted that light he saw to become blinding.

Pulling away from once more, he looked over her with a frown. His feathered hoof stomped in on the cold ground, offended on her behalf by what others seem to have said about her. He studied her hard, breathing deep, trying to control his frustration. “Then others were far more blind than you will ever be. They are the ones who stole your true sight.” His thick white tail lashed and his great head tossed. Ears pinned back in anger at the past that could never be changed. The years of travelling by the side of his savior had taught him the power of a kind word, however rarely it was given. Care to a wounded soul was a greater gift to him than warning of danger. Physical wounds naturally healed without guidance, or nature could shift to take its place. Lives lost to the earth gave back and came back from it. Lives lost to the cruelty of fate were those half lived. He remembered the first winter, lost in the snows that gripped the tundra. There had been no one in the Inlet to touch, no one to speak to. His mind had drifted near to madness before the seasons of his life turned to spring. Where would he have been if it had not been for the comforting touch of a stranger as a foal? Again when he found others on the shores of Tinuvel? Where would members of his herd be if he had not found them and been next to him in the cold nights when blizzards reigned.

No. Amica’s power was great, and she was beautiful.

“You would have saved my life.”

PAGAN