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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on July 14, 2017 at 02:30:36 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 dynamics of this interaction shifts quickly with the introduction of a stranger, and suddenly, Macabre feels anxious and ready to depart home to the Peak. She wasn't ready to leave Rowena alone here, however, but was unsure how to breach the topic of encouraging her to follow her to the Peak, if only for a little while. Rowena's last words to her continue to echo in her mind. "I came to find you." It didn't make a lot of sense to Macabre, which both frightened her and piqued her interest. The petite mare flicked her tail anxiously over her haunches as she weighed the endless list of reasons why Rowena would need to find her while she stood silently in front of the unfamiliar mare who ruled this terrain. On a side note, how Macabre wished Vodnik could see the Ridge now, under the rule of a competent young mare.

"Thank you for your kindness, Elodie Ann," the ever polite Macabre retorts. "But were are merely passing through. I must say, it is a nice change of pace to see a mare such as yourself in charge of such a prominent terrain here among the isles." Macabre offers the mare a genuine smile before shifting her gaze back to Rowena.

When she asks about the Peak, Macabre cocks her head to one side, somewhat surprised that this mare hadn't heard of the band of sisters on the Crossing Isle. "Oh, well it's a territory, you see, not so dissimilar to yours..." She begins. "The Peak has a long history of being one of the only herds run and completely made up of mares. While we are mostly peaceful, we've come to the aid of other mares in need in various herds here. You should visit sometime. I'd be happy to show you around and introduce you to our sisters."

Macabre looks to Rowena again, and bumps her gently on her shoulder with her soft nose. "I was actually just trying to convince my friend here to follow me home."




"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 | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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