Meadow

The moment the hateful words escaped her, Eriana’s heart gave a painful twist. She hadn’t meant it, and immediately regretted it. The sound of his voice brought her gaze back to him as he gave a nod, then another, before turning away from her. That same heart that twisted in pain gave a massive leap in her chest, as if it threatened to jump out of her chest completely. Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes once again she was going to be alone, that she had succeeded in chasing him off so easy. Why hadn’t he stayed anyways? But, why would he stay to be treated badly?


Wait! she wants to shout, to plead of him. To ask his forgiveness for her sour attitude and to beg for him not to leave her alone. To keep her warm, at least for a little while, so she can finally sleep for the first time in days. For the feeling of safety to envelope her, and the comfort of not being so lonely for even just a few minutes. But her tongue feels too heavy in her mouth to make another word, and Eriana finds herself unable to say anything.


Instead, the young mare takes a few quick, desperate steps after him. As if to chase after Alioth, when her knees buckle once again. Only the smallest of startled squeaks manage to escape her as she falls face first into the snow. Thankfully the powder cushions her fall, but Eriana finds no strength to stand. Slowly she untangles herself, but lets herself remain laying in the snow.