are the dead really silent?
My own anger boiled beneath my skin at her words. A stranger and an outsider had come to my home to rule and break apart the island that had been held in a peaceful unity between our forefathers. She held no knowledge of the history of the island, the caves in the mountains, or the wolves on the trails. She had beaten out and defeated the true heirs to Tinuvel! The pulse through me veins was so loud it drowned out the screams in the silent wind around me, warning me off and away from the path I was racing. I snort and scrape at the ground at my hooves, trying to clear my mind of the conflict that was beginning to overwhelm me.
Taking a deep breath to calm the weather consuming me, I look back at the mare. The daughter of a man my father held in high regard and would have stopped at nothing to injure even me if I had sought to harm the soul beside us. We were young, but not too young to know some truths about the world around us. Neither of us could not hold the power of Tinuvel alone. Torn, the island could turn on itself.
Perhaps it is wise to do as our fathers had, and seek help from others. They may not know this place, but they do not have to. Others stand with loyalty to those who stand with them. I contemplated Shamwari. He was a peaceful man, choosing truce over war, or at least friendship where we could find it. I did not believe he would fight for her, but he would support and help those who needed it when he could.
I reached back over to brush my nose once again over the soft velvet of Maziel. Her’s was a rare touch I seldom allowed. The feeling of another around me, touching me, was strange and I avoided it. Even with my own sister. Custom asked some actions be exchanged in life, and I fulfilled them just within nature’s laws. But this mare, I knew her touch was her sight, and her touch was the one I would allow.
I would like to visit often. The Bay and the Prairie could be friends, for I cannot leave my sister and I owe Shamwari much. I say softly, the rage disipating from my breath. You are always welcome where I am.
gypsy vanner mutt; XY; perlino tobiano;pagan x peyton;lost heir |