Meadow

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Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on December 22, 2019 at 11:47:10 PM by S H A M WARI

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

The day came, not long after Jabari's departure, when Petal was no where to be found.

Part of me always knew this would happen. The tension was back with a vengeance, it seemed, ever since my son joined the ranks of the Lagoon. I'd hoped that Petal had grown since then. That maybe whatever it was she'd found in Jabari was strong enough for them to weather this small bump in their path. But the mare showed her true colors the day she picked up and left the Prairie after all that, leaving behind her own children for me and the rest of the herd to tend to.

It was selfish.

But I had no time for Petal's antics. As the blood rushed to my face when I realized she was gone, I was almost happy to be rid of her. Let her be someone else's problem I thought, my mind whizzing through the years of back and forth we'd spent together. Despite all this time, I must give the mare credit that she'd stuck to her roots. When things got too tough, she left. That's what she was good at.

My heart broke for my son, thinking of the day he'd return to the Prairie and find her gone. But I wondered if he too, somewhere deep down, suspected her to do this.

So when I spy a small, but bright mare standing underneath the shade of a nearby tree in the meadow, my heart skips a beat. My honey brown eyes train on her from a good distance, and I can feel that familiar heat rising to my face. I begin to trot toward her, but my gait gathers steam over time to a three-beat canter. I don't bother announcing myself as I get closer.

My expression is stony and hard when I arrive, my copper-colored ear lobes already laced at my poll when I slow myself to a walk. My whiskered nostrils flare as I take in her scent, finding traces of Vita Nova on it, and perhaps another Tinuvel stallion, but the mare still seems to be unclaimed.

I struggle to even find the words to say to her. My jaws clench and I flick my tail back and forth over my rump. "What are you doing here, Petal?" I finally bark, my words blunt, but my tone even and calm. "Is Dahlia with you?"

I snort once, my tense muscles finally releasing some. "I know we haven't been... friendly in some time. But I thought after all we've been though, you could at least pay me the respect of letting me know you were leaving."

Replies:

the green leaves among - By p e t a l January 2, 2020 at 02:43:26 AM
- Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI January 19, 2020 at 09:59:31 PM
  - i heard a wild flower - By p e t a l January 21, 2020 at 09:39:41 PM
    - [x] - By Vinyl January 22, 2020 at 09:19:19 PM

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