Falls

Stupid brother. That was all she was left with. A stupid brother. No name (aside from his asinine dream of her calling him king), no sweet nothings to keep her warm at night, hell not even a proper chance to give her long dormant flirting a good swing. No. Instead that red headed holier than thou woman had to come in and ruin it all; just when it was getting fun. Not only had she come in like a hurricane with maelstrom winds and biting words, she had reduced her potential “king” to a groveling fool. Something Abstract was not likely to ever forget or forgive him for.

Pathetic.

That was the word that hung heavily on her tongue as she turned on her heels and left them behind her. The sly fox in her hoped that such an exit on her part might reignite the smoldering flames in the black and gray stallion. Despite her own snarky remarks, her twin flutes tilt backwards, listening intently for the sounds of thundering hoofbeats. Listening for his approach. She might have been more willing to play the game his way then, let him attempt to usher her around with blunt teeth and a hard glare in his icy blue eyes and yet even when she paused to glance backwards, there is nothing but the swaying of underbrush to greet her. No hero or demon whichever it was he was attempting to become. Nothing. ”And to think he seemed sooooo promising.” she murmurs to herself with a dramatic sigh, switching her long black tail in annoyance. That had been a big waste of time. Perhaps she will have better luck elsewhere.

”Now what did that nosey bitch say about a lagoon?” the words are murmured to herself as Abstract glances down the maze of well worn pathways. Not like any of them are marked or that she could even read a big neon lit sign if they were. Paper thin nostrils flutter as the seal bay mare stares down one wooded trail and then at the counterparting fork that leads in a different direction. If she had to take a guess, the ‘forbidden’ lagoon should be somewhere near the shores, but which way? She had gotten so turned around while fuming in the common fields she had no idea which direction led towards the beach. So with a shrug of her shoulders, or the equivalent in equine bone structure, Abstract turns down the path to her left. The gait she chooses wavers between prancing and a full on flaunting trot. The long arch of her neck extends higher, pressing the small ash dusted velveteen of her muzzle into the deep concave of her breast. Only when the trickling sound of rushing water over rocks reaches her ears does she begin to suspect she had been wrong in her assumed path.

When finally she does round the bend to view for the first time, the breathtaking spill of clear water over a tumble of granite, she is both pleased and annoyed. Seems like she would not be proving that “peak mare” wrong today. But at least the view was worth it. Mocha eyes blink rapidly against the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees above. Fluted ears swivel this way and that as she listens to the gentle melody created by earth and air. The tumble of water, the whisper of wind through the trees, even the distant drone of insects chirping and buzzing in the background is soothing to her irritated mind. This time, when the sigh leaves her lips, it is peaceful.

Slowly she steps forward, silencing the chirping songbirds with the movement of her dark body. All exaggerated facades disappear as she steps into the cold waters that pool around the base of the falls. A softened smile ghosts across her lips as gingerly she lets her lips touch the cool waters and drinks deeply of the sweet, fresh water.