Meadow
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Posted on November 12, 2020 at 01:55:24 AM by Mjöllnir
"Móðurland"
~ i was born with invisible wings: "I will return my son," his mother quietly said as she pressed her bald face into his muscled crest. A smile tugged at his lips and his heart ached as the realization sank in that she was truly leaving. He closed his glacial eyes and breathed in her sweet familiar scent. "Keep close to your uncle. Listen to what he says." She said finally as she pivoted away from him and headed into the sea. He watched silently as his mother and uncle disappeared into the seas froth. He watches the waves silently, even long after his family had disappeared into the rising sun. He turns from the oceans surf and steps up the sandy shore. His icy gaze sweeps the wide open meadow before him. He pauses momentarily and takes in the scene that stretches out before him. The yellow sun warms the emerald grasses and pale flowers that are scattered through out. A few horses mingle with each other. His nostrils flare as he brings each of their scents in. A movement draws his attention. She is pale against the emerald backdrop. His ears rotate atop his crown as he steps toward her. She grazes on the shoots of tender grass here and there. He clears his throat. "The meadow is my favorite place," he muses aloud as he steps closer to the pretty pale mare. Son of the Peak |
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