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gather medicine for heartache dögun
Posted on August 5, 2014 at 05:25:41 PM by Silver

incomplete without you


Though most of the Inlet's residents had settled down for the night, sleep evaded Silver. With the warm body of her son curled up beneath her, the old mare stood like a sentry on the periphery of the herd, standing guard against the dangers that lurked in the darkness. But as the silence and shadows inevitably deepened, Silver slipped into a state that was not quite slumber - contemplating the past and present so deeply that she might have been dreaming. At first, her gaze tracing paths between the stars, she thought of Greyson - and wondered whether he was watching over her even in death, as he had promised. Though the man's faith in his God had never faltered, Silver was skeptical. How could a divine being exist, and allow a good man to die a terrible death?

Blinking back the tears that threatened, the white woman groped for any source of comfort, and her thoughts turned to Dögun. Despite their obvious differences, the grullo stallion reminded her strongly of the soldier she'd once been bonded to. Dögun was kind and caring, a genuinely good individual - a true white knight in this grey and dubious world. Silver worried that he would fall to the same fate as Greyson - that she was destined to lose the small stallion to the darkness too. Shifting her weight to take the strain off of her weary limbs, however, the old mare vowed that she would not allow it to happen - that if the moment were ever to come, she would stand between Dögun and death.

Her spirits lifted by this silent promise, Silver watched as the sky slowly lightened - over the next hours it went from black to grey, until finally, as it was kissed by the first rays of the dawning sun, it turned the pale lavender of a pearl. Bastian's sleeping figure twitched periodically, and once he even suckled at the air, but the colt slept soundly through the night. Another hour passed, and the herd began to stir - eyes blinking open to greet the sun, and bodies rising sluggishly from their beds of grass. Dögun was nowhere in sight, and Silver warred with the desire to seek him out. Her son was old enough by now to be left in the care of the herd for a few hours - not that his dam was able to feed him anymore.

With a meaningful glance at the lead mare, Silver left Bastian where he lay, and wandered the forest in search of the pony stallion.


mare | 16 years | sabino white | drum horse | 17.2 hands


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