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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on June 3, 2016 at 12:59:30 PM by Macabre




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."



Macabre marveled at how put together Jetta was, nearly every time she sees her, these days. She is more and more like her mother as the years pass by, even if Jetta doesn't realize it. If only Macabre herself had had the wisdom and poise Jetta did at the mere age of three. Perhaps her life would have played out differently. "Oh, I'm fine." She replies nervously.

Nonetheless, Macabre's concern for her dazed condition lingers, even after Jetta dismisses it.

"Come, you should take a drink after that swim." The smaller mare says, her smile still bright and wide across her whiskered maw.

Macabre moves quickly, a quip she'd picked up in the Peak, not to rush Jetta from the shoreline but to keep up with her wide reaching gait. Macabre shuffles them from the loose sand of the sloping beach and towards the loudly buzzing jungle, the insects humming as they pass by. It's warm here, even at the end of winter, which Macabre is grateful for but knows it requires some adjustment for others. She cocks her petite head back to Jetta as they walk, eyeing her, searching for signs that she's perking up and feeling better.

"I can't believe you are here." She says as they stride along under the jungle's dense canopy of trees and vines. A parrot's call streaks across the sky before its colorful body takes flight. "Have you ever been to Atlantis before?"

Macabre wants to ask more meaningful questions. Anything to keep her mind off of her own fate, which could change any day now. How is her family at the Peak? Inka? Why can't Macabre smell their home on her coat anymore? She wants to know where Jetta has been and what she's been doing lately. And to what does she owe the pleasure of this particular visit? But the mare holds back, not wishing to pepper her friend with so many questions right off the bat. She is truly grateful just to be in her company.

Before long, the sounds of a rushing waterfall began to overtake that of the rest of the jungle. They stumble into a berth in the foliage. A crystal clear pool of water awaits them there. Macabre doesn't hesitate to lower her lips to the waters edge, striding into the cool waters up her ankles before she swallows. She looks to Jetta again, remnants of her drink pooling at the bottom of her chin, and dripping back into the pool. "Better?"




"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
I saw him weeping there in human form,
observing the stilled image of her grace;
and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven,
where that sweet soul already had its home,
which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh."

Macabre | 6 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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