Mother Goose is just a fairy-tale Valka Posted on June 25, 2020 at 08:27:16 AM by Goose
Wounds still fresh though; not visible on the outside. He does not hold ill to her as she might think. He does not understand why she is seemingly so ill toward him, but perhaps she can enlighten him. Perhaps there does not need to be ill between them. Goose would rather no enemies honestly. He is unsure of how the other lads might take care upon the news of his home coming under wraps of a tiny mare. It seemed odd really but he doesn't judge her. She is clearly firm in her ways. She is definitely a courageous little being. Traits to be admired honestly.
Misreading into him had happened to though. She thought he one to take claim to a mare and treat them as a trophy? This is not Goose's way at all. He does not see a mare as a prize to be won or shown off. One needed strong bonds with others to take hope of having happiness. One did not create this on hatred and force. That was just the wrong way to go about doing something. Ladies deserved as much respect in his mind as a stallion might ask of another. One should respect those that they call their friends and their families. Strangers were to bring intrigue unless otherwise they showed ill to one.
Goose does not think that Valka has shown him ill. A battle had been given and lost on his part, but he doesn't believe it a total loss. He doesn't think that Valka is without reason. Goose knows little about her and that needed to change. Goose didn't wish to lose the Bay as his home. Even though he was not it's leader now, it wasn't a reason to cast him aside. Something could be discussed he'd imagine. Right? Was she heartless to turn away one whom loved the Bay and was content here? Goose doesn't believe so but he'd have to speak with her. He had no qualms of this of course, but he doesn't know if she'll receive him now? Would it show her that he bore no ill? Goose hoped so but time would tell.
Buckskin and white flashed in the warm night air. It is late, but it is also approaching dawn. Birds sing their soft awakening calls and he smiles. Such peaceful sounds. Goose was sore and moved with a soft catch in his gait. It would heal in time but it was not instantaneous. Valka had not walked out of the fight without a couple of wounds herself he'd imagined. It wasn't his intent to harm another but she'd given him little choice. She'd come knocking on his invisible door and wagered a challenge. Goose had every intention of protecting his home but something had gone wrong. Goose isn't sure where exactly but he'd tried with all that he could. He would not dwell on it though.
A call rang out for the little mare and he stands on the shore of his home. Well, Goose could only hope that she might be talked into letting he and his Loire stay. Goose loved it in the Bay and he'd seen that Loire seemed to too. Goose didn't want to be run off. Would she even be willing to talk to him? Valka that is? Goose could hope. Replies:
we do not sow - By ValkaJune 26, 2020 at 08:50:16 AM