Posted on March 19, 2018 at 09:41:56 PM by Macabre
 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." Macabre stands stiffly, despite the needle-like sensation prickling her all over. Her mind is running rampant with thoughts of the past, of the future, and of complete fantasy, that she struggles to remain in the present, and fully accept the collision of her worlds right in front of her. The petite, chestnut mare swallows hard against a lump that's grown in her throat. "The Quarry, actually." She manages to croak out, feeling somewhat belittled by Midas' error. Had she really meant that little to him? "Before it slipped away into the sea, along with you memory, it seems." She offers at the tail end, sheepishly. It was true, that the pair had a similar, awkward run-in once when he was in the Ridge. But Macabre had merely been passing though. Sylvia stood proudly at the stallion's side then. In an effort to ground herself, Macabre focuses her attention Rowena. She hardly wished to bring any more tension to the poor girl's life, yet here it was. Macabre could see plain as day that Rowena was perturbed by this truly remarkable happenstance. It was confounded by Midas' clear interest in her. The way he looked at her was not lost on Macabre. It made her squirm that much more internally. In her younger years, Macabre had cared for Midas deeply. He was a stallion she found herself thinking about often, even now these many years later, because of the affection she had for him. But he'd often chosen others over her, fancier trinkets that were were more physically striking in their confirmation or loudly colored in their coats and markings. It was hard for Macabre to compete, being a little, skittish plain brown horse. Her appeal to Midas was her mind -- she was smart and she was witty. He seemed to enjoy that, of what Macabre could recall, though maybe not quite as much as what he liked to see physically. Rowena had the strong presence of her father and a breathtakingly dark coat. She was young and clearly in her prime. She should be sought after by stallions. What made it strange was, well, it was Midas who was looking at her in that way. "The Ridge is where I first met Rowena." Macabre explained for Midas, and she smiled sweetly at her friend then. "And it's where I was her father's lead mare." It felt so unnatural to say, and she wondered if it sounded as strange as it felt. It was so unlikely Macabre to be boastful. But unlike Midas, Macabre knew inherently that Vodnik loved her. Perhaps that was enough. Even though he was gone now. Macabre watched as Midas slipped into the shallow waters. She bumped her friendly softly on the shoulder as he drifted away a bit. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.... It's great that you met Midas. It really is. It's just shocking to see him after all this time is all." Her words were meant to be comforting, to smooth over whatever tension that lingered so that they could get to Atlantis and enjoy the rest of their journey. But Macabre wasn't sure she'd been convincing enough. So instead she just smiled awkwardly to her friend before following the palomino stallion's lead, and edging into the depths of the cold sea. For just a second, her heart fluttered in her chest, and she wished with true regret that she'd never left Wasp's side today. 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." |
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