Jetta opened her eyes and was immediately aware of three things: one, she was on her side; two; she was drenched in sweat; and three, her head hurt, which made sense considering it was half-draped on top of a rock. She swallowed against the dryness of her throat and tasted blood. She must have bitten her tongue. With a groan, she sat upright and closed her eyes against the resulting dizziness.
“Ma,” she heard, though the voice was faint and distorted, as though being shouted from a distance. “Ma,” the voice said again, more clearly this time. Jetta opened her eyes to find her son looking down at her with concern. “Are you with me?”
I’m with you, Jetta replied mentally, but - as usual after these episodes - she felt so tired, so weak, that she could barely summon the energy to speak.
Then she noticed the strange stallion beside Wade, looking back at her with disgust. Something jolted in Jetta. Already the filaments of the vision were disappearing like smoke, but Jetta clutched at them desperately before they could disappear forever. With trembling knees, she slowly lifted herself to her feet, her weary blue eyes locked on the stallion’s face.
“It’s… it’s you,” she breathed in a barely-audible whisper. “I dreamed of you.”
12; friesian mutt; dark bay splash; 16.1hh
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