Meadow

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Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on October 9, 2018 at 04:34:07 PM by S H A M WARI

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

Despite their ever-churning currents, the seawater was warm this time of year. The relentless sun was high above, baking down on the small of my back, and causing beads of salty sweat to pimple along the soft dark skin around my nostrils and along my chest. Summer was here on the islands. In an effort to take advantage of the warmer temperatures, and perhaps moreso to shake off some lingering feelings of cabin fever, I strode into the shallow surf at the shoreline of the Prairie, my eyes deadset on the large mass of the Crossing Isle in the distance. Before my departure, I had alerted Ruger and Jabari of my plans, of course. I'd bid them and Verdi farewell and swam out into the sea, despite some lingering feelings tugging at me to stay.

It had been far too long since I'd left Luthien. The swim reminded me of the haze I'd been in this time last year, after Brienne's unexpected death. The last trips I'd made to the Crossing Isle, I had been so steeped in grief, I was hardly aware of my words or actions. But I'd made serious choices back then, bringing back a few mares to the Prairie, but impregnating some others and leaving them to their own devices. I wasn't proud of these series of events from that foggy, downtrodden period in my life. As such, I tried to rid the memories from my mind as my thick legs cut through the currents, propelling me easily toward the Meadow in the distance.

I rose from the ocean and moved quickly away from the shoreline and sand dunes after giving my heaving chestnut frame a good, but short shake. My heart skipped a beat every once in a while when I thought too long about my family back at home. The Prairie was well fortified in the hands of Ruger and Jabari. Even Verdi, whom was growing more into a mature stallion in size and mind with each passing day. But the threats of Cullen and Warsaw were never far from the forefront of my mind. Warsaw had lost, and he didn't seem like the type to take defeat lightly. He would be back, one day.

My nostrils flare as I take wide, sweeping steps across the lush meadow. Colorful wildflowers bend gently in the passing breeze, tangling with their tall grass counterparts. For several seasons, the Crossing Isle has been mostly barren, desolate. It seems their equine populations among the islands were dwindling, for reasons unbeknownst to me. So when I spy a young dark mare grazing under the shade of a tree out of the corner of my eye, I'm almost shocked. I stare at her for a long time from a healthy distance, watching her graze. From here, her scent gives off no stallion or nearby terrain. Could she be a newcomer? I issue a hearty whinny, to announce myself before taking slow and careful strides toward her. I keep my distance, and halt just when I reach a comfortable speaking range from her.

"Hello." I say cheerily, a half-smirk present across my whiskered lips. My still-damp red tail slaps across my haunches and I bob my head once in greeting. "What a nice warm day it is."

Replies:

live life to the fullest - By Creed October 10, 2018 at 01:43:25 AM
- Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI October 10, 2018 at 03:03:57 PM
  - live life to the fullest - By Creed October 10, 2018 at 11:55:33 PM
    - Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI October 18, 2018 at 06:21:38 PM
      - live life to the fullest - By Creed October 28, 2018 at 08:24:32 PM

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