꧁ I wanna be there on the stage with you, You and I could be the next rage too, ꧂
꧁ four, palomino splash, 16.0, mustang paint cross, southern belle ꧂
It was purely instinctual to be weary of something I’d never seen before in my life. A rock formation with water cascading over it, that was something I had no idea what on earth it was even called, to be honest, and yes, I didn’t want to get too close, but the light spray of water that was projected from it, was so soothing in this heat, that I couldn’t help but enjoy it, letting my eyes slip closed for a few moments, basking in the cooling nature.
I heard the distant steps, approaching, but I did not feel fear, I had never been taught to fear others, be hesitant, but graceful. Never one to run at the slightest sight of someone, I let my muscles relax, as they slowly bunched up. The sound of a voice that came towards me, I opened my eyes, turning around slowly, tilting my head to the side and looking at the inky figure that stood there, speaking.
“
What is it? I’ve never seen something like this before in my life…” the words slipped free, a soft caress, southern twang like purr settling on the words gently. My eyes narrowed as I looked back at the water…thing. Hopefully he’d know what it was, and be able to enlighten me as to just what this thing we were standing in front of was.
I looked back to him, softly realizing he had introduced himself, and feeling foolish for not doing so as well. “
I’m Charlotte.” I spoke softly, the twang apparent in my words, even if it was a simple phrase spoken.
꧁ charlotte ꧂