Making love to a m e m o r y

Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on September 22, 2016 at 08:42:31 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 prances in place, her nerves getting the best of her after that unusual interaction with Ailill and the other Ridge mare, but she does her best to focus on Rowena now. She nickers eagerly to her, almost in a maternal tone, but keeps her distance as the young mare is clearly still processing her feelings. But the slight chestnut mare is legitimately concerned for her. Up until this point, Macabre did not know she is Vodnik's daughter. She had no reason to believe Vodnik would keep his kin close. This also shows how little the mare knows about the leader of the Ridge. All of this hits her like a sack of bricks when she hears the Rowena address their leader as 'father.'

Macabre swallows hard, but her overall demeanor does not change, despite how startled she feels on the inside. It wouldn't be fair for her to make this moment about herself, when Rowena was truly going through something. So she just nickered again, watching Rowena with concern behind her dark, marbeled eyes. Occasionally Macabre's small head would whip around, high over her withers, as she'd send a panicked gaze back down the trail they came from. Each time she expected to see Dracaena or worse, Ailill or Vodnik, and her heart fluttered in her chest with worry before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's your name?" She asks innocently, her chestnut colored ear lobes flicking forward and back almost erratically in her paranoia.

Macabre is at a loss for words on how to soothe the young mare's concern. Vodnik and Ailill's relationship was, well intense. Having been in the middle of it, she understand just how complicated it really was, even if she didn't really understand why. "Maybe you could help your father come around." Macabre suggests blindly. "You and I both know Ailill is a kind, good stallion. Maybe we can convince Vodnik that he's not a threat." It's an empty suggestion, Macabre knows. The distrust and masculinity and paranoia between the two stallions on Atlantis ran deep. Perhaps too deep for two mares to repair all on their own. But if it would help improve Rowena's spirits, she was willing to give it a try.

"And think about that mare's face, if we were able to get them to be friends." Macabre said with a coy smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, as she imagined how angry Dracaena would be. Macabre snorted lightly and tapped her muzzle to Rowena's shoulder reassuringly. In this moment, Macabre is reminded of her time in the Peak with Inka and Jetta. She was forever grateful for how close she was to Inka's family, and how she was able to foster an intimate older sister-like relationship with Jetta through the years. It helped soothe the old ache of losing Shiraz, her first born, those years ago. "I know it's tough. And I'm sorry that you're tied up in this too." Macabre said, eyeing the young mare. "But give it time. I bet you we can fix this if we tried."

"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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