Posted on January 12, 2016 at 09:40:29 PM by Macabre
 learning from what sad cause he pours his tears? Love hears his ladies crying their distress, showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes because villainous Death has worked its cruel destructive art upon a gentle heart, and laid waste all that earth can find to praise in a gracious lady, save her chastity." The exchange made her feel more at home in Paradise, far more comfortable with her decision to stay here alongside Ailill. So when the young boy asks her yet again to stay, the flighty mare merely bobs her petite head, sending a handful of pesky blonde strands to spray in every which way across her face. She had no intention of leaving any time soon. Mostly because she had no where to go. But since agreeing to stay, the mare's mind was awhirl with ideas -- mostly fantasies -- where her life here could mean something. Ailill would need a sounding board, those of which he could rely on that had more knowledge and experience of this world. An advisory committee of sorts, that he could gauge on the difficult topics that were surely to arise during his tenure as lead stallion of this terrain. She hoped her opinions could be of worth here. That she could watch from afar as Ailill took this place from a desolate, overgrown jungle and turn it into a hearth for those of their kind. In some ways, it would be a motherly role for the mare, whom was robbed of her chance to mother her own kin. She wanted to give guidance, to worry about, to watch grow up. But maybe it was unfair of her to transfer her own issues onto whatever relationship she could potentially have with Ailill. I saw him weeping there in human form, observing the stilled image of her grace; and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven, where that sweet soul already had its home, which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh." |
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- you'd have to be half-mad - By TARRANT January 21, 2016 at 08:02:08 PM
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