Posted on March 15, 2014 at 05:46:39 PM by MIDAS
STARING AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GLASS
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST
Rosalita is a dying breed.
So many many mares feel they must be strong – tough – or somehow they are not worth it. Rosalita is demure, quiet, subordinate. She is the backbone of a culture that relies on strong family units. The golden king is not sure why she would choose the Rainy Ridge as her home – but he is happy to have her.
“Everyone has secrets m’dear. Even the land has secrets.” Maw sweeps to the towering steppes and hidden coves. “In time, perhaps you will learn a few of them.” A short chuckle escapes. He imagines his small troop of mares exploring the caverns – humerous to say the least. He imagines Sylvia would jump at the smallest shadow, and Soujourner, well he is not sure what she would do. Alika would definitely be leading the charge.
“I’m afraid the others are much more beautiful than I.” He smiles at her. “Like yourself, I only keep the company of beautiful creatures.” A compliment. It is true, the stallion is fond of shiny things and even the most plain mare could be beautiful if one looked closely enough. Of course one does not have to search to see the beauty in Rosalita, her smoky black coat is enough to make her special at one glance.
As they move briskly into the protection of the canopy, he sees a few wildflowers blooming on the edges of the trail. Stopping, a trained eye falls on them. “These only bloom in the spring and summer, that is how we know the rains are ending, the flowers bloom.” Yes, though the seasons are mild, if one knows this world, they will learn to see the signs.
Perhaps this is one secret of the Ridge that many would not realize.
So many many mares feel they must be strong – tough – or somehow they are not worth it. Rosalita is demure, quiet, subordinate. She is the backbone of a culture that relies on strong family units. The golden king is not sure why she would choose the Rainy Ridge as her home – but he is happy to have her.
“Everyone has secrets m’dear. Even the land has secrets.” Maw sweeps to the towering steppes and hidden coves. “In time, perhaps you will learn a few of them.” A short chuckle escapes. He imagines his small troop of mares exploring the caverns – humerous to say the least. He imagines Sylvia would jump at the smallest shadow, and Soujourner, well he is not sure what she would do. Alika would definitely be leading the charge.
“I’m afraid the others are much more beautiful than I.” He smiles at her. “Like yourself, I only keep the company of beautiful creatures.” A compliment. It is true, the stallion is fond of shiny things and even the most plain mare could be beautiful if one looked closely enough. Of course one does not have to search to see the beauty in Rosalita, her smoky black coat is enough to make her special at one glance.
As they move briskly into the protection of the canopy, he sees a few wildflowers blooming on the edges of the trail. Stopping, a trained eye falls on them. “These only bloom in the spring and summer, that is how we know the rains are ending, the flowers bloom.” Yes, though the seasons are mild, if one knows this world, they will learn to see the signs.
Perhaps this is one secret of the Ridge that many would not realize.
MIDAS
everything you love surely dies
everything you love surely dies