no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
Her mother had done the whole thing so carefully. A false child was to be the presentation given to the stallion that had sired the pearlesque child that now wobbles and wanders into Paradise. Amongst the yowls of jaguars and fantabulous birds, her bicolored eyes look this way and that, her nostrils flare their pink circlets wide, and her brilliance is matched by few things she passed.
She looks for what the other woman had said was her mother. Only gone off to grab a bite, the red lady had said. Unfortunate that she’d had a merry accident while she was gone, the woman assured her. “Oracle” had been given as her name and she questioned none of what the lady Tarot had spoken. She took supper with the giving mare and had been sent on her way once her belly had stilled.
A shrill whinny calls out to her mother, Saoirse, but she is nervous to do it a second time lest she draw in the things that made such a racket in the jungle pathways.
OF ATLANTIS’ PARADISE
▻ zero years - grade mutt - palomino pearl splash - 16.0 hh ◅