Falls
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Posted on January 15, 2015 at 00:11:25 AM by Arkadia
ARKADIA
sometimes things don't come full circle
The snow begins to fall at a faster rate. The flakes are lumpy, soft, and large. The snow looks beautiful, like a million little crystals as they catch the moonlight. As the frozen rain hits Arkadia’s white pelt, it melts instantly. On her mane and tail, the flakes form small clusters. Occasionally, she shakes off the sludge, but she still finds pleasure in this small kiss from Jack Frost. When morning comes, the earth will be bright and glittering, fresh tracks will litter the ground, and the world will feel new again.
Arkadia nods and her warm eyes welcome the other’s advance. She breathes along the other mare’s neck in passing as the dun draws alongside her. What brings you out tonight? the dun mare’s voice yet again rings out in the dark. Arkadia’s ears flicker back as she feels the other lean against her; the slightly bulging belly fitting softly against Arkadia’s slightly thin one. “The water.” She speaks lightly, relishing as the snowflakes fall around them. “I have a little place down by the forest, it’s nothing special, but it blocks the wind.” She pauses, musing about how dull her life must sound to this mare. “And you? Why are you here?” Arkadia doubts it is for the water, this mare seems like she is not so impulsive and simple minded.
The dun is very chatty, and soon is asking more questions. What is your name? This is a question Arkadia is not used to. Before she came to the falls, Arkadia had lived in a small band of priestess on the mountain, and before that, she lived in the herd below. Everyone had known her since a young age; she never had to introduce herself. “Ah…Arkadia, and you?” As the other mare sighs with the wind, Arkadia can feel a twinge of sadness (or loneliness?) in the unspoken pauses. In her time serving the Great Mother, many had searched for the Moroccan on the mountainside and would unburden their troubles on her sage ears.
Before Arkadia can reply again, the dun is speaking. Where are you from? Arkadia smiles, feeling the connection to the earth as it surges underneath her hooves. She shifts her weight and shakes the snow accumulation from her mane. “From the earth, like you I’m sure.” She smiles, turning her black face to see the other’s reaction. She sighs and watches her breath disappear. Then she answers the question in a less broad platform, and with the answer she knows the dun wants to hear. “On a smaller scale, the mainland, to the East.” She settles down again, enjoying the warmth they are sharing. “Where is your home? How long have you lived on these isles?” Her companion did not smell of salt and sea, and she was obviously pregnant. Arkadia hopes the dun will open up about what is troubling her, or perhaps just share some helpful advice to a newcomer like her.
Arkadia nods and her warm eyes welcome the other’s advance. She breathes along the other mare’s neck in passing as the dun draws alongside her. What brings you out tonight? the dun mare’s voice yet again rings out in the dark. Arkadia’s ears flicker back as she feels the other lean against her; the slightly bulging belly fitting softly against Arkadia’s slightly thin one. “The water.” She speaks lightly, relishing as the snowflakes fall around them. “I have a little place down by the forest, it’s nothing special, but it blocks the wind.” She pauses, musing about how dull her life must sound to this mare. “And you? Why are you here?” Arkadia doubts it is for the water, this mare seems like she is not so impulsive and simple minded.
The dun is very chatty, and soon is asking more questions. What is your name? This is a question Arkadia is not used to. Before she came to the falls, Arkadia had lived in a small band of priestess on the mountain, and before that, she lived in the herd below. Everyone had known her since a young age; she never had to introduce herself. “Ah…Arkadia, and you?” As the other mare sighs with the wind, Arkadia can feel a twinge of sadness (or loneliness?) in the unspoken pauses. In her time serving the Great Mother, many had searched for the Moroccan on the mountainside and would unburden their troubles on her sage ears.
Before Arkadia can reply again, the dun is speaking. Where are you from? Arkadia smiles, feeling the connection to the earth as it surges underneath her hooves. She shifts her weight and shakes the snow accumulation from her mane. “From the earth, like you I’m sure.” She smiles, turning her black face to see the other’s reaction. She sighs and watches her breath disappear. Then she answers the question in a less broad platform, and with the answer she knows the dun wants to hear. “On a smaller scale, the mainland, to the East.” She settles down again, enjoying the warmth they are sharing. “Where is your home? How long have you lived on these isles?” Her companion did not smell of salt and sea, and she was obviously pregnant. Arkadia hopes the dun will open up about what is troubling her, or perhaps just share some helpful advice to a newcomer like her.
Black Tobiano (Moroccan tobiano) [??] -- mare -- Mustang -- 15hh -- by fable
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