Post by mandikins on Dec 26, 2011 22:12:05 GMT -8
It had been a while since she had walked the lands of her childhood home. No longer one of the younger mares, the dappled beauty was no elder either, but caught between in a place where her mind would wander, where her eyes would look up to the sky and try to imagine her sire up there, watching over the land that he had ruled for years. She would always smile, knowing that her mother was up there, pestering the bay stallion, and the thought that they were finally together, in only in affection, would always make her shed tears.
Hooves carried her through the sleeping band of mares, stopping beside the heavily pregnant Anahi to check on her. The older mare, carrying the last son or daughter of Crytann’s line, was ready to drop her foal at any given moment, and it made Aysel feel important that she helped the mare who had loved her father in his final moments. “How are you feeling, Anahi?” the dapple grey asked the paint Gypsy in a hushed whisper, watching with dark chocolate eyes as the mare lifted her head to look at her.
“The baby kicks,” the older mare replied in the same whisper, smiling wearily. The strain of pregnancy was evident on the mare’s face, and Aysel wished she could take some of the burden off the older mare. “He or she wants to be born.”
Aysel chuckled and urged the mare back to sleep, walking with ease through the band and towards the hill where she frequented and looked at the stars. When she was younger, she would come here and talk to her sire when she had thought he was dead, hoping he would listen and answer in some way. Much like the filly she had been, she still came here, but now it was to talk to both parents. Anahi thought it was cute, and she didn’t know what her new king thought, but she tended to stay away from the matching stallion, for looking at him tended to remind her that she hadn’t been like her mother, protecting the alpha herd until Crytann reclaimed his home.
She had been a failure.
“Hey momma, father,” the dapple mare said, looking up to the sky. “It’s me again, as usual. I couldn’t sleep, and I thought I would talk to you guys again.” She sighed softly, closing her eyes and blocking out the stars. “I miss you two, so much. I miss when we would talk about life and how it affects us, and I miss sleeping together and running across the Vale together.” Eyes opened, bright with tears, looking at the moon and the clusters of stars, mindless of the fact that the scent of her king swirled around her.
“I miss you…”