Meadow
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Posted on June 12, 2020 at 10:12:09 AM by Gilene
Gilene had often been frustrated by her twin’s unwavering optimism, but not today. Surrounded by so many things that were unfamiliar, it was a comfort to hear Nephele’s confident words and know that no trials could stand in the way of the blue roan’s determination. Especially when it was coupled with the dappled mare’s unyielding strength. Though the pair could easily be viewed as opposing forces that balanced one another - yin and yang, so to speak - it took only the barest hint of a threat to unite them in an unbreakable front. In short, the sisters might have had their differences, but each was still secure in the knowledge that they could rely on the other no matter what the circumstances they faced.
And though that bond may have been challenged during the course of their travels, Gilene still felt her twin as strongly as she had in the moment that they’d shared their first shaky steps. For though Nephele was - technically - the eldest, her sibling was precocious enough that there’d been no leaving the darker filly behind. They had risen to stand as one, and it was only now - moving beside Nephele on legs that were as trembling and weak as a newborn’s after their arduous swim - that it occurred to Gilene how prophetic that single moment following their birth had been. But where her sibling was a loyal supplicant of Fate, the storm-grey mare was sour and suspicious of it. After all, she had been reminded more than once how rare it was for both lives that had shared a womb to thrive, and as such feared that one day the forces of destiny would seek to right their wrong.
Perhaps this was the reason for the immediate wariness that tensed Gilene’s dappled coat at the sound of the stranger’s greeting. It was only natural that she stepped forward from her position at Nephele’s side, angling her heavy body so that - while she did not stand directly in front of her sister - the grey mare was better prepared to shield her in the scenario that this encounter should come to blows. As she moved she felt the brush of the blue roan’s tail and understood its meaning even as she responded with a light slap of her own that all but challenged Nephele. She would not allow herself to be pacified by the fact that the stallion had left a respectful distance between himself and the pair. In Gilene’s experience, the masculine gender had but one purpose in their mind - and even if it took physical force, the dappled mare would make it clear that neither she nor her sister were trinkets to be collected.
"Goose?” Her pale head tipped perceptibly to one side, and a piercing gaze scrutinized the gold-and-white stallion. ”As a child I learned that a goose is a bird - and yet though he honks prettily enough, I see no feathers,” the bolder sister mused, a smile curving her dark lips upward. The expression didn’t quite warm the rest of her features, but the male could easily choose to take her words as humor instead of mockery - if he was as good-natured as he appeared to be. And therein lay the true purpose of Gilene’s words; with them, she would see the true character of this stranger, and know whether or not they were safe in his company.
mare .. 3 years .. dapple grey tobiano .. gypsy vanner .. 15.3 hands
Replies:
- Mother Goose is just a fairy-tale - By Goose June 14, 2020 at 05:20:29 AM
- our souls knew how to dance - By nephele July 1, 2020 at 01:21:58 AM
- for a voice like thunder - By Gilene July 4, 2020 at 02:49:12 AM
- our souls knew how to dance - By nephele July 1, 2020 at 01:21:58 AM
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