Meadow

When she falters, she doesn’t have any means to argue around this stranger having given her leave to lean on her for support. Survival was imperative, if only because the little Virgo was unprepared to go it alone and deserved better than the sire who’d aided in her creation.

Such a kind way to describe a rape.

And that was the last time she thought of it. The last breath of life she’d allow that memory to have in her conscious mind. No more. Nothing more than the beauty that was the child who now breathed the fresh air and drank milk between her quivering thighs. "My name is Kore… take a moment and rest." The liver chestnut lets her head droop just a mite, nodding at the mention of her name, leaning as best as she is able into the mare who had taken on her life like a natural nurturer.

The description of a new destination perks her ears, makes life seep just a little back into her golden gaze. The description made it sound like a heavenly haven, drawing a small but very eager nod of her head, her eyes casting down to the little creature so enthused with her life. "Would you like me to take you there?" And Libera looks up immediately at the question, this time far from seeming spooked. "Yes, please."

Acquiescing to the first thing of her own choice, it liberates her to know she might have said no and been able to make it stick. It makes her feel like life was again coming back into her own grasping hands rather than staying with him.

The first few months had gone off swimmingly, Libera gaining strength through Kore’s affection and healing gifts. It was ‘out of the woods’ before Libera even realized how well she had become - until one day she found herself speeding along in her beautiful gaited graces, chasing after her daughter who matched the same movements out of a natural gift for movement.

Virgo looked a lot like her father, of course, with his Azteca build and that splash on her nose and belly - but the beauty of motion came entirely from Libera. In the warmth of summer turning to fall, Libera kept herself on the cusp of the meadow and the trees while she waited for the next visit of her caretaker. Wouldn’t it be a splendid tale to tell that she had ran today? Ran and kept pace with the little girl who was entirely convinced she had two mommies.