One of the Earth Posted on May 16, 2015 at 05:38:34 PM by Pagan
The wind shifted, bringing something new to the air. Surprised, Pagan stopped his thoughtful wanderings and lifted his masked face into the air. The scent of the young mare entered his nose, and his ears flicked in curiosity. He turned and picked up his pace to a canter to meet the being who had come to his home.
As he approached Peyton, the vanner stallion slowed his pace. The lack of trees of the land would make her well aware of his approach, and there no need to rush himself to her or scare her. She was welcome here, and coming upon her at a gallop would easily be seen as a threat. His four shoulder high socks sunk into the snow, which covered his heavily feathered hooves. He looked over the other buckskin hued horse with his kind eyes that gazed through locks of white and every shade of gray.
He looked at her, his head tilted slightly to the side. She was a creature just on the cusp of adulthood, and bearing the scent of the herd just on the other side of his borders. They could not have sent such a young creature to him as a threat, he could easily have harmed her beyond repair, and none had traveled with her to proclaim they were here for negotiations or as a delegation. His conclusion was that she was an outcaste, a runaway, lost, or extremely brave to leave her home at a young age and come into a stranger’s. Or she had been lonely.
His own loneliness was forgotten, now consumed by his curiosity and worry for this young mare.
“Greetings.” He said in his gentle, deep tones. “What brings you inland from your home?” Replies:
fragile hope - By p e y t o nMay 20, 2015 at 06:33:37 PM