Standing on the rock with the wind softly blowing at her short mane, Divinity began to feel her lower lip quiver. Soft but warm tears wriggled down her face and gave soft plopping sounds to the ground like the tinkling droplets of water from the Bambi movie. Her soft eyes were beginning to close as a sob worked up her throat when the sound of hooves entered her ears and had her head turning to face the horse coming her way. Divinity had not met her yet, but the mares color immediately brought the name Marceline to mind thanks to what she had learned from Mae.


Moving from her position, Divinity gave a faint sob and shook her head no, her ears tucking tight to her head. “I… I can't find my mom Miss Marceline.” Mae might not be her birth mother, but she was in all the right ways Divinity’s mother. She knew she was to old now to be searching for the pale face of Mae, but she couldn't help herself. Divinity had grown used to being with the mare and couldn't imagine a day without her, even though that day would come regardless of what she wanted. Time took away the things you loved no matter the age you were.


“H-have you seen her?” Divinity tilted her head then, her seal bay body faintly illuminated by the spring’s falling sun. She wanted to curl up with Mae and tell her about the amazing day she had, but that wouldn't be viable she guessed. Mae was out doing something and Divinity lost her and now she was stuck with the repercussions of that act.

DIVINITY RISING

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Mare | 14hhs | Seal Bay | Of The Lost Island Wilds

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