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Meadow

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Live through this lie (Luthien)







Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.




I stand among the lose sand of the shoreline at the common gates, watching idly as the orange mass of the new day's sun begins to rise over the horizon. This was my usual bugle that it was time to patrol the Prairie, to assess my small herd as they awake from a calm night's slumber. But still I stood, watching lazily from underneath the firey red unkempt strands of my thick forelock as the sun began to brighten behind the endless ocean, casting its rippling waves in stark shades of pink and red.

I reveled in the peace I had in this moment, knowing well just how fleeting it was. Bri would round up the foals if I stumbled into the Prairie a little late this morning. I could use the break, if I'm being honest. Isn't that, after all, what drove me from my home to the common isle in the middle of the night? After losing in battle to Orkaan, and almost losing Bri. After giving up my sister in her place. And I still couldn't find Paradiso. My stomach churned as I thought about how I'd sent my family away from their home - Evaline to the Dunes and Nova to the Desert, and Paradiso to the Forest. I purposely turned them away from our home. If I held them so dear, why would I send them away?

Since this revelation, I've struggled with leaving Luthien at all. I am fearful of what could happen when I am not there. Orkaan posed a very real threat. He pushed through my barricade with ease. It was a harsh reminder that we were not safe unless I was constantly moving, constantly thinking ahead, constantly coming up with new ways to protect our borders. But holing up away from the community here after such a blow in battle was no way to live, either.

So here I am, wandering at the twilight hour, occasionally dropping my head to graze. I am standing idly in the open meadow just to be seen. I will now cower in aftermath of my weakness. Life goes on, and I am trying desperately to focus on the future ahead of us.



Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h |
Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl



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