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Posted on July 8, 2020 at 06:43:23 AM by Solomon
Solomon
The risk of their delay was not lost on him. Each moment he spent surrounded by the unmistakable scents of birth made him even warier of predators. He did not worry overmuch for himself, but the spotted mare whose name he did not know was vulnerable in more ways than not. Her body would be tired from the labor, he knew, and she would likely be hurting in more physical ways than he could imagine. Solomon had never given birth himself for obvious reasons, but he'd witnessed the exhaustion in his mares as they presented him with their children, their bodies in pain from the process.
And that was disregarding the emotional toll. Solomon may not be able to handle his own grief well, or empathize strongly with hers, but he would hazard a guess that watching a predator tear apart the infant she had just lost would be a place that she might not be able to come back from. Together they are vigilant, but no threat comes to interrupt the somber moment.
He can see the ire in her, her distrust of him giving the flash in her eyes additional meaning as she flattened her ears at his request. On guard and mildly annoyed that she would despise him for giving the choice to her, his neck raised and own ears flattened, ready to defend himself if need be. But the fire cools as quickly as it flared and she dips her head to the child's body one last time before backing away.
Solomon watches quietly, absorbing the intensity of the scene while very much feeling like he was in the wrong place. None of this should have happened the way it had, and with the clarity of hindsight, he can see that much of how he has handled this has been overbearing and unkind. Insight does not always lend humility, however, and regardless of how clumsily he has handled this whole mess, he does not yet see that he is in the wrong. Still, the tobiano was not without compassion, and as he steps closer to the mare, his own voice rises, gravelly with an emotion he cannot place. "For what it's worth, I am sorry for you. Both of you."
With a final look toward the spotted mare, he dips his head to the child's body and comes face to face with the reality of the situation in a new way. There is something more tragic about all of this when he can smell the child beneath the scent of iron and after birth, and put a face to that which he has only seen from afar. Something clenches in his well-guarded heart to feel the damp fuzz of the filly's neck with his own lips as he brushed them over her body. She is not his, and now never will be, but he will remember her loss and the way it makes him feel for days.
Solomon switches his tail in resolve and as gently as he can, takes the filly to her final resting spot. Gingerly he places the leggy figure into the hole he has dug for her, and carefully arranges her limbs so that they tuck in alongside her. Not wanting to draw the mare's ire any further, he does not linger there long, although he passes his lips across the girl's head as though in benediction before beginning to fill in the grave.
When the job is done, he turns from the spot and moves toward her. Solomon does not touch her again, although me moves nearly close enough to do so. He knows that it would be the kinder thing to do to let her choose the time to depart, but now that the child is buried, he wants nothing more than to move from the nightmarish scene and the feelings it has awoken.
Solomon gestures toward the direction of his home before speaking, his face neutral despite the conflicted expression in his eyes. "The Cove is that way."
Considering the terseness of their exchange, he doubts that there will be much conversation on the way home and he falls back to discourage it. Solomon is no more likely to discuss his feelings than she is and he'd much rather they be away from all of this. "We need to go now, before predators show up."
To illustrate his point he drops his head as though snaking her, not wanting to argue about the matter anymore. He cannot stomach the thought of staying in this area one more minute, plagued with the thought of it being his own child below the dirt.
And that was disregarding the emotional toll. Solomon may not be able to handle his own grief well, or empathize strongly with hers, but he would hazard a guess that watching a predator tear apart the infant she had just lost would be a place that she might not be able to come back from. Together they are vigilant, but no threat comes to interrupt the somber moment.
He can see the ire in her, her distrust of him giving the flash in her eyes additional meaning as she flattened her ears at his request. On guard and mildly annoyed that she would despise him for giving the choice to her, his neck raised and own ears flattened, ready to defend himself if need be. But the fire cools as quickly as it flared and she dips her head to the child's body one last time before backing away.
Solomon watches quietly, absorbing the intensity of the scene while very much feeling like he was in the wrong place. None of this should have happened the way it had, and with the clarity of hindsight, he can see that much of how he has handled this has been overbearing and unkind. Insight does not always lend humility, however, and regardless of how clumsily he has handled this whole mess, he does not yet see that he is in the wrong. Still, the tobiano was not without compassion, and as he steps closer to the mare, his own voice rises, gravelly with an emotion he cannot place. "For what it's worth, I am sorry for you. Both of you."
With a final look toward the spotted mare, he dips his head to the child's body and comes face to face with the reality of the situation in a new way. There is something more tragic about all of this when he can smell the child beneath the scent of iron and after birth, and put a face to that which he has only seen from afar. Something clenches in his well-guarded heart to feel the damp fuzz of the filly's neck with his own lips as he brushed them over her body. She is not his, and now never will be, but he will remember her loss and the way it makes him feel for days.
Solomon switches his tail in resolve and as gently as he can, takes the filly to her final resting spot. Gingerly he places the leggy figure into the hole he has dug for her, and carefully arranges her limbs so that they tuck in alongside her. Not wanting to draw the mare's ire any further, he does not linger there long, although he passes his lips across the girl's head as though in benediction before beginning to fill in the grave.
When the job is done, he turns from the spot and moves toward her. Solomon does not touch her again, although me moves nearly close enough to do so. He knows that it would be the kinder thing to do to let her choose the time to depart, but now that the child is buried, he wants nothing more than to move from the nightmarish scene and the feelings it has awoken.
Solomon gestures toward the direction of his home before speaking, his face neutral despite the conflicted expression in his eyes. "The Cove is that way."
Considering the terseness of their exchange, he doubts that there will be much conversation on the way home and he falls back to discourage it. Solomon is no more likely to discuss his feelings than she is and he'd much rather they be away from all of this. "We need to go now, before predators show up."
To illustrate his point he drops his head as though snaking her, not wanting to argue about the matter anymore. He cannot stomach the thought of staying in this area one more minute, plagued with the thought of it being his own child below the dirt.
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