Posted on August 3, 2012 at 02:58:44 AM by fayte
For it is not the Stars that determine our destiny - but ourselves
The night was rich. There was that lovely smell - the smell of autumn. Fayte was up as usual. She had to be - she needed to consult the stars. They had seemed to indicate positively towards having a small one of her own. She prayed for a filly - but she would be fine with whatever was given.
Though, she rather wished she could have seen more of Bondurant. He was a pretty boy - and Fayte was interested in learning more about him. It could be an awkward request - after all what does a mare say when she wants that? Fayte had no idea - she had no experience. Her experience up till now had been how to say no.
She sighed, dipping her nose for a drink. The night was quiet save for the crickets that chirped around. She was used to it though - there weren’t many in the forest. Her ears swiveled searching for any sound of predators. She knew the wolves might be out tonight - with the full moon on the rise.
She snorted and lifted her head. Autumn seemed to be the time when even the predators realized most had their guards down. With all the life about to start - it was a dangerous time. She was beginning to think she might need to head back to the others. There was safety in numbers after all.
fayteThough, she rather wished she could have seen more of Bondurant. He was a pretty boy - and Fayte was interested in learning more about him. It could be an awkward request - after all what does a mare say when she wants that? Fayte had no idea - she had no experience. Her experience up till now had been how to say no.
She sighed, dipping her nose for a drink. The night was quiet save for the crickets that chirped around. She was used to it though - there weren’t many in the forest. Her ears swiveled searching for any sound of predators. She knew the wolves might be out tonight - with the full moon on the rise.
She snorted and lifted her head. Autumn seemed to be the time when even the predators realized most had their guards down. With all the life about to start - it was a dangerous time. She was beginning to think she might need to head back to the others. There was safety in numbers after all.
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- without the fear we are all as good as dead - By B O N D U R A N T August 5, 2012 at 05:52:58 PM
- perchance to dream - By fayte August 5, 2012 at 08:53:28 PM
- without the fear we are all as good as dead - By B O N D U R A N T August 6, 2012 at 10:38:07 PM
- perchance to dream - By fayte August 13, 2012 at 07:56:00 PM
- without the fear we are all as good as dead - By B O N D U R A N T August 23, 2012 at 01:10:28 AM
- perchance to dream - By fayte August 13, 2012 at 07:56:00 PM
- without the fear we are all as good as dead - By B O N D U R A N T August 6, 2012 at 10:38:07 PM
- perchance to dream - By fayte August 5, 2012 at 08:53:28 PM
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