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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on October 6, 2017 at 04:38:58 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."

Spring on Tinvuel wasn't quite as frigid as Macabre remembered it to be. But the small chestnut mare hardly had time to revel in the weather -- she was quite busy caring for her ever-growing and inquisitive daughter, Wasp, who was proving to be quite the handful. Where Shiraz had been sweet, quiet and cuddly, Macabre's second foal was brave, energetic, and fiercely independent. It made Macabre beam with pride, but also cower with worry. Wasp was just an infant, blissfully ignorant to the dangers of this cruel world. Macabre wanted nothing more than to foster and support her daughter's courageous spirit, But also educate her about the treacherous unknowns that existed out there. As she was finding out, it was a fine balance.

Life in the Inlet was pleasant. Orkaan was overly accommodating to Macabre, her child, and her friend, Rowena, and Macabre was wholeheartedly appreciative of the stallion's kindness. He provided shelter and safety when Wasp was perhaps the most vulnerable, and presented Macabre with the buffer of time and space for her and her daughter to grow and live safely until the seasons changed. The real purpose of the chestnut mare's trip to Tinuvel was never far from the forefront of her mind, however. With every new personality trait Macabre uncovered, or new memory she made with Wasp, the new mother was reminded of Diamant. It was he, after all, she sought after. The heavy-set stallion deserved to know he was a father. And Jetta deserved to know that her kin was fine and healthy, wherever it was that he chose to settle.

So as spring warmed into summer, Macabre began preparing her and her daughter to take short treks to explore Tinuvel. Macabre told grand stories about Diamant to her daughter, hoping to drum up excitement for their anticipated meeting one day. But Wasp's brow furrowed and her eyes slanted as the mystery about her father seemed to wane. "Mom, mares can do everything you say my so called dad can do!" Wasp countered once. "Why do we need to meet him anyway? If he's not here right now why would he want to meet me later?" Her daughter's questions were thoughtful and poignant, but Macabre struggled to come up with the right counter-answers. "You're right, we can do anything a stallion can do. But he's your father. Half of you came from him. And he deserves to meet you." She explained quickly.

After weeks of exploring and waiting in the Inlet, Macabre came to the realization that there was no sign of Diamant here, nor was there any indication that he planned to return. She revisited the last memory she shared with him frequently, at the site of Shiraz's grave and the tenderness he had offered her during such a terrible time. It warmed her, somewhat, to think about his kindness. It made her more determined and eager to find him. So on a peculiar warm and sunny day during the mid-stretch of summer, Macabre alerted Orkaan of her plans to cross over into the Bay as her search continued. Then she set off, with Wasp galloping and kicking up her heels through the tall grasses, into unfamiliar territory.




"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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