as I wandered the forest, the green leaves among, i heard a wild flower singing a song

the swim tired her…it had been so long since she travelled. she remembered hoping she and jabari would adventure together across the islands at one time… that was before things somehow spiraled out of control. now all she could think about was putting one hoof in front of the other. the shoreline was so different than the prairie, rocky and unyielding…. for once in her life she doesn’t feel graceful.. her hooves are small and round and she finds they have a hard time landing flat on the large stones that line the beach. she nearly stumbles… has that ever happened before? at the same time she looks up and sees a pale figure approaching her. too bright and warmly colored to be warsaw but definitely not vita nova… someone new. she shrinks into herself some, nervous… it was risky to venture out alone like she had especially somewhere she had never been.

she stops when she sees him approaching… perhaps he would know who she was looking for and would be kind enough to show her in the right direction. she feels a little out of touch with reality, lost further in her mind that she has been in sometime but when he speaks she forces herself into the present. he seems unthreatening so far…even abashed in a way to have announced himself at all. he reminds her of jabari for a moment, young and not quite certain of himself but she pushes that thought deeply away. his words are a surprise to her.. the bay? she had overshot… with effort she brings her gaze up to meet him, her pale blue eyes searching for hints of a threat. she wouldn’t get far if she had to flee, being so fatigued from the swim and unfamiliar with the land, but if one thing was certain she had a way with making a disappearance….

her voice is soft and gentle, hopeful that he would help her without expecting anything in return. vita nova…i had thought this would be the inlet but i must have misjudged… i am not here to cause trouble…. only to see my friend. she doesn’t mention where she has come from… not wanting to stir up any more trouble for shamwari than has already been stirred… her manner of speaking is direct, despite how she finds herself staring off into the distance…

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mare : 5 : perlino dun : arabian mustang mutt : 13.3 : kafkaesque

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