I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
After just a few minutes, it began to feel silly to Evaline to carry on this conversation while lying so pathetically on the cold, hard ground. She may be older, but she wasn't old. So with renewed vigor, she outstretched her yellow legs and attempted to stand. The first try was unsuccessful, her barrel rising just inches from where she lay only to fall back down. The second time, too, wasn't much better. On the third attempt, she huffed a few snorts before finally rising on shaky limbs. The petite mare groaned as she did so, followed by giving her still damp coat a good shake. By the time she was standing, a filly had joined the other mare's side. It took a minute for Evaline to place her (all foals looked the same to Evaline - ugly.) But her markings gave her away before her name. Standing before her on the Forest floor was her own child.
Evaline's weary frame froze in fear upon this realization. Her nostrils flared instinctively, searching the brisk air for the scent of the filly's father. No one had seen Psychedelic since the battle in the Lagoon that lead to Kasabian's death. And she hadn't seen the filly since she woke one evening near the shoreline of the Dunes and Talya wasn't next to her twin brother, Ruxin. Evaline had dismissed the filly's disappearance on a predator or the child's own stupidity. Perhaps she had drowned. Evaline hadn't bothered to investigate. To say the mare had mixed feelings about raising two foals at her age, after being beaten and raped, was a severe understatement.
But to see her here, healthy and growing, sparked a profound sense of guilt and anxiety inside of her. She could smell the bastard on her. It was a putrid scent Evaline's body and mind refused to let her forget. Psychedelic lived here.Evaline's eye widened but she tried her best to not show face. She could very well be in danger here if that stallion spotted her. She had to cross over to the Prairie as quickly as possible and get word of this to Valve.
Evaline purposely avoided the child's gaze. She didn't want to speak to her. She didn't want to look at her. Instead, her glare remained fixed on Persephone. She nodded her head curtly in acknowledgement when she introduced herself. "I'm Evaline." She said quickly, the weight of the very delicate situation she was in here beginning to set in. Silently she prayed that Tayla wouldn't recognize her name. She was too young to understand that "mom" and "Evaline" were synonymous when she was on Salem. And luckily for Evaline, this child seemed not to have all her wits about her. Evaline merely stared blankly at her following the comment about the pine needles in her nose. She quickly assigns the blame to Psychedelic's poor genetics.
"It seems the currents were too strong and I missed my landing mark. I'm off to see my son, Shamwari, in the Prairie." She explained bluntly, looking hard at the mare now, trying to gauge if she knew her neighbor. Evaline's own demeanor had changed drastically since the arrival of the filly. There was no hiding that. But Tayla's survival changed everything. So did Psychedelic's, if he was in fact, living here. Perhaps it was risky and foolish, but Evaline couldn't stand not knowing for sure. "Is she yours?" Evaline asked Persephone, offering her a fake, strained smile. "Where's your daddy?" She asked the filly directly, swallowing hard as she finally averted her gaze to stare her daughter in the eyes for the first time.
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso, Ruxin & Talya | Vinyl |