They say, "You're a little much for me,
You're a liability"
Things hadn’t seemed quite right as the black hued mare folded herself up to sleep the night before. Though she certainly felt safe and at home in Persephone’s company, there was something the plagued her. An anxiety she couldn’t pin as her sapphire eyes searched the woodland in bewilderment. Perhaps it was fear of motherhood, though she was excited, or fear that the babe was unwanted by it’s sire. Dances had never shown himself when she arrived in the bay to visit. Though his scent had linger, there had been no other trace of the man. Silvanus had loved her father dearly, to imagine her child growing up without knowing his or hers seemed painful and cruel.
Even as she woke, deciding on a walk to stretch her stiff muscles, her thoughts lingered on the worst case scenario, much unlike her typical optimistic self. Crisp, winter air stabbed her lungs, though it was nothing compared to the cold she’d felt after swimming to the Forest the day before. Her nostrils left traces of her breath like smoke in the air while snowflakes gently caressed her lashes. It could be deadly, the cold, but it was also a marvelous, beautiful thing.
Closing her lids, the black beauty lifted her facade to the sky and let the stillness of the day envelope her completely. Perhaps she could stay there all day, like one of the trees, observing the life around her. Drinking in the life that she was given. Papa would have been so happy to be back here, she longingly traced the image of her family in her mind. Limitless, tall and proud. Her mother quiet but sturdy beside him, even though she knew she could never compete with his former love. Laila, her aunt. Stargazer, her cousin who sometimes came with Laila to visit. The fond memories were interrupted by the distinct scent of a stallion - one she did not know.
Perhaps she should have been afraid. Most reasonable mares would have been. Instead, she immediately followed her nose, auds pricked forward and eyes round with curiosity as she came upon his attractive form. Her raven locks swished against her side, flicking snow from her coat and she nickered a soft greeting to the man.
”Hello there friend. Are you a part of Persephone's herd? My name is Silvanus. It seems we are the only ones out and about in this mess.” A smile cracked her lips and she took a small step forward, though her long legs carried her further than intended.
silvanus
female | friesian mutt | EE,aa | Luce Stellare (x Dances) | kittyha's optimist