I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
The day the filly went missing was the day Evaline left Salem altogether. It was a more difficult decision than she had been prepared for. Valve, it seemed, had become a bit of an infatuation of the golden mare's, and unlike the many stallions she had duped in her past, Evaline struggled greatly with the decision to leave her.
Evaline was a mother, if nothing else. To many children, their various success as mature animals came in far ranging degrees. She'd never stop to ask herself if she was a good mother. She didn't want to know. What Evaline did know at that time was that she was done being a mother. She had no love left to give, even if she barely gave it to the kin she had desired to have. Whether the filly was the victim of a predator, or drowned on her own accord, or whatever else, Evaline will never know. She never gave it a second thought when she awoke to find just one of the two babes at her side that day. But what she did know was that she did not want the other one either.
The swim had been difficult. Probably even more so for the colt. But she left him on the mainland and returned, only after she'd spent some time regaining her strength and allowing her wounds to heal. Paradiso accompanied her during this trek, and never once questioned her motives or actions. It was an act she assumed they would take to the grave together. All the while she never stopped dreaming of the Akhal-Teke mare she'd left behind.
"Evaline."
Hearing her voice, hearing her call her own name, sent a shiver down the palomino mare's spine. She bobbed her chiseled head in acknowledgement, and whinnied sweetly to her. "Valve." She said somewhat hoarsely, and then dipped her chin to the water once again, taking another sip. "Don't I?" She answered coyly, tossing her mane aloft against her thin neck. "Did you miss me?"
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |