~ a heart like a wildflower
She dares to venture into the meadow, the long grasses part and bend against her delicate legs. It tickles her pale skin and she can not help but let a smile spread across her lips. This place is so different from home. There is no one here to tell her what to do or when to do it. Her heart swells, she is truly free. Free to wander amongst the wild flowers or to scratch her back in the lush grass of the meadow. She closes her eyes once again, letting the breeze toss her tangled locks and it takes her home.
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"Papa, please," young Thea pleaded with her father.
"I just wanna go and play with the other foals," she whined as she turned her delicately chiseled head back over her shoulder to see them galloping off into the thick forest. Her heart ached in her chest just to be like them, she hated being cooped up. It wasn't fair, she pouted.
"Thea," he softened, his dark gaze peered into her eyes.
"It is too dangerous for you to be off frolicking in the woods...there are..." his voice broke off, as one of his general's came thundering up to them. A few heated words were exchanged, and the general pivoted and was gone.
"I have things to attend to. Stay around here," he commanded as his stern mask was once again in place as he turned from his daughter and left.
"Fine!" she yelled after him as she stomped off to play amongst the wild flowers. Alone.
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An unfamiliar voice breaks her concentration and her eyes pop open, surprise in her hazel gaze.
You are breathtaking. Her mouth falls open as she stammers trying to find the words.
"A.A.Are you talking to me?" she asks as she turns her delicate head to and fro looking for the one he addresses. But they are all alone.
"Too forward?" she asks again tilting her head which causes a few unkempt locks of hair to fall across her curious hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry.y.y I just," she drops her hazel eyes to the flowers at her hooves, and swallows trying to gather courage.
"Haven't really talked to anyone like you," she admits out loud as warmth crawls into her cheeks. She shuffles her weigh uncomfortably before lifting her eyes to look at the handsome painted boy who stands before her.
"I mean ummm a boy... I havent ever talked to a boy." she whispers as she looses her confidence.