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tremble little lion man



weep for yourself my man
you'll never be what is in your heart

The shock in her voice was evident and, for Oswald, who needed to read so much of a situation in front of him with the senses he had, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the worry she seemed to suddenly develop. Rather than giggle at the misunderstanding and brush her off, however, Oswald went quiet. His boxy head dropped a little, sightless eyes still pointed toward her, as were his ears (which were still too large for him - he’d grow into them one day). A frown pulled his brow as she mentioned how difficult it was to meet others.

Oswald remembered another time when he was even smaller than he was now… his mother had been taking him to the Lagoon to meet his father, but they’d never made it. There’d been a sense of something in the air he didn’t quite understand - stress, worry, sadness, fear - but he’d known it was something quite serious.

“It’s okay Hollis,” he assured her. “My mom won’t make me leave the Peak, but if I want to…” he trailed off thoughtfully. The truth was that Oswald hadn’t thought of wanting to leave the Peak. His mother spoke often of making sure he had learned all the lessons he would need in order to live away from here but… Oswald loved the Peak. He loved the way the open air felt at the top, and the crisp, fresh scent the air carried. He liked the soft perfume of mares more than he’d likely ever care for the heavier musk of stallions. “Well, if I decide I want to, she wants to make sure I’m gonna be okay. Cause normally stallions aren’t s’posed to live here.” He snorted. “Of course, that’ll be a loooong time from now. I’m just a baby.” A grin followed that.

But Oswald hadn’t forgotten what she’d said about herself. “You know,” he started thoughtfully, with all the wisdom of a child, his head even tilting a little with thought, “It’s okay if you don’t meet a lot of other horses. You shouldn’t have to do things you aren’t comfortable doing.” Another echo of a lesson his mother had passed down, but said very firmly as though he knew it himself from experience.


guardian of the prairie
zevulun x vera. palomino varnish roan splash. two.



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