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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on July 5, 2016 at 05:56:20 PM by Macabre




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
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 chestnut mare can't help but laugh, albeit briefly, at just how astounded Jetta was to find out it didn't snow much, if at all, on Atlantis. Macabre had never been one to favor the cold, and after weathering a few years on Tinuvel with Dogun, she had no expectation to ever return to such a frigid place. Even the Peak had its fair share of tough winter storms. It could be strenuous at times for the little mare to make it through a harsh season. Perhaps the promise of warm weather is what kept Macabre here all this time, even as Paradise fell vacant and she went months without seeing another of her kind. Life was a little easier here in that regard.

As the too conversed along the shores of Paradise's grand pool, Macabre couldn't help but feel a flutter of worry in her gut when Jetta mentioned she hadn't been back to the Peak in some time. "The Lagoon? My goodness Jetta, what happened?" Luckily Macabre had never been, but she knew what it was and what happened there. She couldn't imagine another place on the isles that could be as dreadful. Except maybe the Ridge under Vodnik's rule.

Macabre then strode over to her friend, circling her, her eyes taking in her entire appearance from head to toe. She was searching for blemishes, scars and injuries, anything that could justify mistreatment. "My God, Inka must be worried sick about you. Does she know where you've been?" Perhaps it was not Macabre's place to talk to Jetta in such a way. She was an adult now, after all, but Macabre couldn't help but feel a maternal connection to Jetta sometimes. Especially given this news.

Macabre had been to the Peak and met Jetta's siblings -- the two boys who were both big and brave just like their mother and sister. Her trip was short -- she was looking for Jetta after all -- but she didn't think it was important enough to bring it up here. She wished Jetta would seek out her family soon, however. She was young and didn't realize how important they were. And just how lucky she was to have them.

When Jetta finally asked about the elephant in the room, Macabre swallowed hard. Her dark eyes surveyed the empty landscape all around them before she looked to her friend again. It took her a moment to come up with the right words to explain her current situation.

"I've really enjoyed my time here under the current stallion, Ailill. I believe some of his family resides in the Peak. He is young, naive in many ways, but very kind. I feel useful here." She began. "But our new neighbor in the Ridge had made it his personal vendetta to capture me. I'm worried sick about it. I'm worried for Ailill."




"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
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."

Macabre | 6 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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