More and more mares, fillies, and colts started to gather in the long grass. One of Adelheid’s dark ears flicked on them. She listened intently while feigning disinterest. It seemed like they were all waiting around for the same stallion. While she looked out over the land, and longingly in the direction of the beach she thought about what this happenstance meant to each other and those around them. They had all come together for something that seemed to have left them, something that could not be found. Who was this ‘Valentine’, and why did they all seem to have ties to him. Being forgotten by the sidelines seemed to have its perks. She could watch the interactions without anyone seeming to care that she was there.
Her mother spoke her name and called her forward. The expression on her black face seemed confused. She was actually being invited and the laughed silently in her mind. ‘Sociable’. What a concept. Her stunning blue eyes looked hard at each of those who were around her. The splashes of color on all of them were plain, save for her own two patches of white on her nose and a single sock. It was impossible for her to understand that she would have more brothers or sisters in the world. Even her one ‘brother’ was not actually her’s. Ears flicked and eyes trained briefly on her mother when once again the mare lied, only this time to strangers. Setting the lie aside she once more looked at the group with a reserved curiosity. She was not ignorant to the fact that her eyes were just as blue as theirs, whereas her ‘brother’s’ was a golden amber. She was not blind, but she could not figure out what exactly this meant. On some level, she did not care. She did not feel as though she needed to. There was almost nothing here for her, just as it seemed there was nothing here for any of them.
As each horse spoke, Adelhied’s ears flicked to them in turn, her eyes narrowing with each sentence.
“Clearly he is not here.” She muttered more to herself than anyone, answering the question that had been asked at least twice, if not more but not explicitly. Instead of adding to it, she asked what she really wanted to know, what she felt the real question was. “Why are we here?” This time she seemed to ask the entire group. From what she could gather there was nothing in this frozen field of grass to hold them here. One young mare was clearly old enough to be on her own, and did not seem to still be ‘from’ the prairie. The young filly and colt seemed strong and brash enough to fend for themselves in the face of danger. Her mother brought them here for reasons unknown. She looked at each set of eyes in turn, expecting a good answer from each of them, wondering vaguely if they were going to be honest with her.
Sociable. Not really her concept.
Adelheid
Filly : Friesian Mutt : Black Splash : Inka&Valentine |