red roan sabino . badger face . fifteen and three . eight years . array x ephah
How would it be possible to return home?
Late in the winter, the weather had warmed only a little, and the snow had changed to rain. She embraced it. The water was a welcome change to the blustery snow, and it seemed to wash away the greatest snow drifts. Overnight there would be a freezing and the meadow would become slick with ice, but for now, the change is welcomed.
Morning edges its way into a cool, wet noontime, and she is standing along the edges of the great field, her red and white crown sheltered by a hanging branch of a great fir tree. Amongst its needles she can hear the pitter patter of the rain, and she looks up.
Watching for the water to find her.
Perhaps it was kismet- a sweet reminder that just as the rain would eventually find the mess of red hair atop her head, she was bound to find herself in these lands once more. First, as an adventurous child, dancing white-legged amongst the flowers and the trees, and now as a woman saddened by her loss and the dissolution of her family.
They had vanished to the winds, and she saw them no more.
There were some here- brothers that were too stubborn in their heritage to move on to greener pastures, and sisters that had grown meek and forgotten their bloodlines. Perhaps that is all she had become. She was little more than a pretty face that stood forlornly at the edge of the gathering sight, keeping company with trees and hiding in the shadows, the rain drizzling darkly around her before the nighttime turned it all to ice.
the windswept daughter of the cove