the silence in-between
what i thought and what i said

As she expected, Merete did not make it too high up the mountain before she came across another mare on her way down. A nicker, thankfully friendly rather than angry at her intrusion, announced the other woman’s presence.

Merete paused in her tracks, turning to face the mare as she rushed towards her. She was a dark girl with a white face that stood out against her bay coat, not much shorter than Merete herself. There was something about her that looked vaguely familiar… and yet at the same time so unlike the woman Merete knew.

It seemed unlikely that the first horse she ran into would be the one that she was looking for, and yet a few days ago she would have thought it impossible to accidentally run into a full brother she never knew she had. Lately, Merete was beginning to become a little more open to the idea of fate, something she had never been a believer in.

“Hello,” Merete replied, offering the girl a small smile of her own. She seemed such a cheerful young thing, it was quite refreshing in contrast to the sullen moods that had been plaguing Merete lately. “Yes, I am. I’m Merete.”

She paused a moment before continuing with the real purpose of her visit, which burned at the back of her mind.

“I came here looking for someone, actually. I was told her name is Jetta, is she here?”

MERETE

(het vuur x sterre)