Falls

Zimrii studied the large spotted stallion from her place beside the river. Though a stranger, his kind approach continued to soothe her and offer a companionable warmth even from their distance and through the cold. She contemplated what about this man would make him roam so through the common lands. It was more challenging for stallions to find homes, she knew, still there were times she knew even on Crossing groups of friends stuck together. Perhaps it was lonely and lost souls that called each other to the falls.

The mare nodded in agreement, rolling his words through her mind. Your heart could ache for something, want it more than anything else in the world. When the world answered your desire she found it was not always exactly what she wanted. The pain of losing something so loved was worse than never having it at all. He joked with her and the corner of one lip quirked. He was wrong. She had been chased out from herd to herd until she had been convinced she would running forever. Even when she had found love and life on the island, she did not understand why she had still been hidden away and kept at a distance, until she had forced herself away and played her own part in breaking her bonds. She had been loved, used, lost, and reclaimed and she still did not know exactly where she stood. Yes, sometimes the quiet is exactly what someone needs. She looked over at him with her dark eyes and studied his features. Knowing the depths of her own wounds and the fears others had shared with her, she carefully stepped forward with her words. And sometimes it covers up wounds that really just need air. Or a deeper healing. She shifted her weight, still being quietly non-threatening. It was clear she gave him her undivided attention, her stance welcoming but not pushy. Care to share your wounds with a stranger? and ear flicked. A stranger you would possibly never see again? What better secret keeper? A nameless stranger met on a cold winter night by the falls.