Meadow

I’ve been searching for you he repeats, making Kimber think that maybe she was wrong. Maybe those worry lines was for her? She did not know of the changes in leaderships among the isles and the move his father had made, nor the troubles he faced with his mother. The young filly felt as if she had been out of the loop of his life much longer than she actually had been.


As her name leaves his lips upon a soft whisper, Kimber can’t help as her ears push forward to catch ever sound he makes. As Askold reaches out to her, she thinks he will touch her, but even now he holds back. Kimber can feel a twist in her gut with wanting, wishing he would go the rest of the way and take the touch he desires. But of course he doesn’t, and the painted girl takes a step forward, removing the distance between them. The feel of his warm nose upon her flesh instantly filled her with the comfort of familiarity, a deep breath leaving her as her figure seemed to melt into him as her own black muzzle brushed along his thick mane.


“I’ve missed you.” She said as she drank in his scent, his musk like a drug to cure any anxieties she had felt. “I’m sorry.” Kimber whispered softly, wishing she had not disappeared on him like she had.