Meadow
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Posted on January 29, 2021 at 05:52:59 AM by Faldne
Evandr left, but the dark woman remained behind with only her past to cling to, a ghost amidst the living.
Had she been so aware, Faldne might have measured time in the length of the shadows that stretched across the meadow—and ultimately consumed it. But her mind was in some vague Elsewhere; consumed by the strange ache that had filled her since their exchange of ruminations and regrets. The seconds strung themselves into minutes and the minutes into hours, until the warrioress finally encountered the answer that she sought. It was found not in the complex dance their words had become, but in the gentle timidity that had preceded it. It was found in the coy way that Evandr had tucked his head to one side, in the wavering notes of his voice. Of all things, she’d been drawn to his innocence, and remained envious of it even when the sun began to rise again.
Impure and covetous a creature as she was, the Icelandic mare had yearned to shed the burdens of truth and return to the simplicity of her previous life. To be blindly obedient and as utterly inculpable as she’d been in her younger years, when her ascent to the Sovngarde had seemed a fulfillment of all her dreams. It might have even made Faldne bitter, to think of Evandr leaving this place with his ideology still intact—still believing unto his last breath that the world was good at its core. But it was not quite so easy to hate the taupe stallion as it was to hate herself. And it was easier still to do neither, so that was the path that Faldne chose.
Instead, the brown tobiano allowed her frozen body to fracture in small degrees. The twist of an ear, the tilt of her skull. She broke free from the hoarfrost that clung unseen to her skin, and watched the meadow come to life in a similar manner through the veil of low-lying clouds. Whether the shades that she witnessed drifting through the skeins of fog were real or imagined, Faldne took comfort from the thought that she was not as alone as she felt. That—while there might not be true goodness out there, as she’d once aspired for herself—there was still the warmth of flesh, the pulse of adrenaline-spiked blood, and the breathless moment where one body collided with another. And as long as those things still existed, she was determined to glean whatever fleeting pleasure she could from this life.
Purpose be damned.
I’ve seen you. The syllables wove dream-like through the mist, dancing about Faldne until she could not be certain of their origin. Won’t you come speak with me? There was only one creature who might make such a request of her; only a single creature who could claim to hold her destiny between the blunt vice of his teeth. Yet she faced boldly ahead—white-collared crest arching as if in defiance of her inevitable fate—and called out in her own thrill-deepened voice. “I haven’t seen you—but I know you, nīđing. If you would speak, then come yourself—and know that neither words nor blows will sway me.” Lapsing into both stillness and silence, Faldne waited then.
She waited with the air of a confidence she did not feel for the moment of a choice that she could not make.
FALDNE
forsaken daughter of the sovngarde
forsaken daughter of the sovngarde
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