Meadow
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Posted on April 2, 2020 at 05:37:52 PM by Nereid
sometimes you win & sometimes you learn
Fair enough, though it's not always wise to tempt fate. She can be a cruel mistress.
His words strike a cord deep within Nereid's heart. Grief flashes across her face as memories nudge themselves around the door in which they are enclosed.
"Come my son. Let me show you the sea. Zephy..mommy's here...Wake up for mommy. No you can't have him! He isn't dead!"
Memories assault her mind. It had been a beautiful winter day when she had coaxed Zephyr free of the Cavern in which they had called home. He had been a momma's boy and quick to follow despite Charming's words of caution. She had looked away for a moment. He couldn't have been under the waves for more than seconds but it had been enough. Her son had never taken another breath and her fairy tale romance had been snatched away. Fate could indeed be a cruel mistress.
Nereid blinked away the first prickling sensation of warmth at the corner of her eyes. She would not dwell on a mistake made years ago. Her pound of flesh had been taken in spades and to linger on the past would allow for the wound to fester.
He would be visiting the Desert soon? The thought allows for Nereid to forcefully shake away the last tendrils of grief. So he would potentially be a neighbour she could visit from time to time. Of course, if he didn't mind her company but Nereid couldn't help but hope. She needed friends in these turbulent times.
"The Desert of Salem? I have heard good things about those lands. Rumours tend to have a grain of truth within their depths."
Pretty bird. The name causes a hint of heat to paint her cheeks and for Nereid to drop her gaze to the ground. No one had ever graced her with a nickname that did not elude to whimsical flattery.
"Perhaps the Fates have decided to be kind on this day. I call the Dunes of Salem my home. It is...an adjustment but I am trying to fit in. I don't really look the part of a desert mare and stick out like a sore thumb compared to the bejewelled women and sultan."
Nereid could not contain the hint of melancholy that stained her words. More and more she felt that she did not belong in the Dunes. Ladies of desert blood arrived in waves and she did not know how to speak to them. Naz had approached her and given Nereid the hope that she had one friend in the Dunes but it did not assuage her insecurity.
"I admit that I have met many a character. One such individual was a young stallion who believed I was capable of bringing him before the gods. He seemed quite distraught and without a path upon which to walk."
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- oh, i haven't got a brain - By S C A R E C R O W April 4, 2020 at 06:21:07 PM
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