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Posted on August 19, 2012 at 11:10:40 AM by sova
 She had tried to find the beauty in the maindland, with all it’s wide espanses that it offered, with shores that seemed to wrap around it forever. Sova had made it a chore to explore them all, watching carefully as deserts shifted to prairies, prairies shifted to forests, and forests shifted to mountains- taking in everything that she could see was to be part of her studies, to know why her father had abandonned her mother, and why her mother had abandonned her, albeit in a completely different way. Fishthread, though motherly and loving enough, had doted upon her daughter as though she were the last living child on earth. With lessons in love and how to see the world through artistic eyes, the smoky black girl had grown up in a sheltered world. The look she had gotten when she had decided to leave was heart breaking, bringing the girl to look back at her mother as she took to the waves and see nothing more buy hurting eyes that turned away from the child, abandonning her and letting her go. So, Sova had returned once again to the desert with a different goal in mind- one that did not mean she would be abandonning the land soon and that she should find herself land-locked rather shortly. “Sova?” A voice breaks through the dead silence of the desert, dragging the girls head in the direction of the call and spotting the grullo stallion where he inclined under a sad looking tree, staring at her through the shimmering haze of the heat. She had stopped in her slow advancement into the terrain and stared back at him, pausing for only a moment before she heads towards him, still carrying her deceptively purposeful gait. Only once she is close enough does she bow her head, letting dark lips hang near her knees as she quietly greets him from a short distance, waiting for him to invite her to join him in the meagre shade, but instead apologizing immediately off the bat. “I’m sorry for leaving.” sova lyovna levanevskaya mare. smoky black. Ee aa nCr. 15.1 hh. mixed breed. pronounced soh-vah. |
Replies:
- he calls her name and hears only an echo - By E N C A N T A D O R August 21, 2012 at 05:21:27 PM
- moth wings & dusty books. - By sova August 24, 2012 at 07:30:59 AM
- x - By Canta September 26, 2012 at 12:00:18 PM
- moth wings & dusty books. - By sova August 24, 2012 at 07:30:59 AM
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