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Making love to a m e m o r y [Cherish]
Posted on March 23, 2018 at 03:57:18 PM by Macabre & Wasp




"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."

Still stiff and a little sore, Macabre limped forward at a brisk pace in an attempt to keep up with her daughter, who now stood taller than she at the withers. It had been a busy few months in the Peak, with Jetta's and Rowena's departures, Oswin taking over the role of Prime Minister, and not one, but two attacks by the new leader of the neighboring Lagoon. Per usual, Macabre was on edge. Standing up to Cullen had been terrifying, and an act she never thought she'd have to do herself. But as Codebreaker in the Peak, it was up to her in the absence of Oswin to protect those who chose to live here. So despite her fear, she stepped up. As such, the petite chestnut mare had spent more time away from her yearling-aged daughter than she would have liked. She could tell Wasp was restless, after having spent most of the warm weather months cooped up in the Peak.

"Hey. Want to go somewhere?" She asked her daughter earlier on this cool autumn morning, while they grazed among the boulders. Wasp had eyed her mother curiously, almost suspicious that this antic was trick to get her to do something responsible and boring. Predicting this, Macabre followed up her offer with a gentle nip on her daughter's round, dark rump. "Nothing boring, I promise." She said with a wiry grin. And Wasp agreed. To Macabre's knowledge, her daughter hadn't spent much time anywhere else on the Crossing Isle but the Peak. But what Macabre didn't know, was that Wasp had snuck out to the falls at least once before. That's where she met that painted stallion, Ruger, after all. But Wasp hadn't told anyone about that escapade.

Macabre could still remember the day she first stumbled upon the falls. She was still a meek, skittish young filly, so new to the islands then, and still mourning the loss of her parents after the flood that dismantled her homeland. Those memories had been drudged up recently by the return of Midas. How strange life can be sometimes, she thought now, how everything comes in fits and cycles. But the falls. It was a tremendous sight to witness for the first time. Though it may not be as exciting as Wasp's galavanting trip to Tinuvel when she was just a young filly, it was something different and new. And Macabre thought the pair could use some alone time, anyway.

Wasp, feeling guilty about not admitting to her mother that she'd seen the waterfalls before, tried to feign excitement as best she could. She whipped her heavy head around to look back at her mother as they wandered through the mist, feeling the lightness of the moisture dampen her coat. "Cool." She said with a smile as they neared the bank of the crystal clear pool. The bay filly took a few steps forward, marching along the soft and moist outerbank of the pool so she could inspect the falls from all angles. Eventually she lowered her head to drink from the relatively still waters. Then she slowly dropped one hoof into it, then another. The water was cold, not unlike the streams that came in the springtime at the Peak. But this was different. It wasn't run off from snow and ice. This was fresh, ever-flowing water. Wasp began to paw and splash in the shallow depths as her mother waded in to stand next to her. Macabre squealed, and launched her sore body into a short-lived half rear before trotting away from her. Wasp followed, not long after.

"You know, it was pretty cool what you did." She said unannounced, her nose still low, hovering just above the surface of the water. But she eyed her mom as she trudged through the depths. "Fighting off that stallion and everything." For a second, Macabre felt a warm sense of pride from her daughter's acknowledgement, but it waned quickly. "Violence is never the answer to our problems, Wasp." She said sternly, taking note of how her daughter rolled her eyes at her response. "But he left me no choice." She said, admiring her daughter's striking, round and robust body as she grew. She looked more and more like Diamant every day. "It did feel pretty good to kick his butt though." She added with a sly grin. Wasp looked back at her mother then, grinning too.




"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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