Falls
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Posted on July 22, 2016 at 06:44:24 PM by m e n k h e t
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m e n k h e t the moments, dripping with discomfort and anger, pass quickly into distraction, a welcomed thing. she is not an unreasonable creature by any means. it seems the male before her knows this somehow and steps easily into every opportunity he finds to show he has no ill will toward her. somehow he understands, in a small way, her plight and wants to ease the situation of any animosity. it works, and she notices, with dark following eyes, the way he seems to shrink somehow, his posture becoming softer and more humble… the way his voice sounds less intrusive to her ears now that she has regained her composure. she is not embarrassed, grief has dulled her of that at least but she finds herself wanting to stand taller, to seem less broken. her ears remain back, though a little more loosely than before, but her head lowers some and her weight shifts forward so she is not leaning so far away from him. his voice is soft, though peaked with curiosity. as she listens she finds herself thinking of khonsu even though the boy this stallion seeks must be much older. khonsu’s eyes were green too though instead of a pale buckskin coat he already showed signs of being as sooty and dark skinned as her. a sweet and handsome boy. koray. it didn’t sound familiar and she could think of no figure she had seen that would match his description. she wished she had. her head swayed dangerously low in an instant as she found herself dizzy with another fit of sorrow. your son… the moment passes eventually, in blankness, before she regains her composure and raises her head to his level, her eyes having blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. she looks him in the eye, trying, a little too late, desperately not to seem like the hopeless case she was. a steely glint finds its way to her eye as she shakes her head. i have seen none like the boy you describe. i’m sorry. her words are genuine. it would ease her unhappiness, in a small way, to know she helped a father find his son though it would do little to quell the unhappiness that she will never be with hers again. she wonders, despite his gentle and humble demeanor, if any raging turbulence lies beneath. since the loss of her own children it seems there is always a current in her mind, as rough and wild as an ocean storm, that lends itself slightly to madness. it is too soon to tell, however, how much of her character it will define. |
mare : 5 : sooty buckskin : arabian mutt : 15.2 : kafkaesque |
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