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01-03-2014, 04:56 AM
It had been raining for two days straight. Bleak and miserable autumn weather had set in and an ominous grey sheet obscured the beauty of the heavens; that witnessed both by day, and by night. The dappled Diviner, as she loitered moodily by the undeterred flame of her fire, could not help but wonder if it was in fact the turn of her heart from checked strength and stability, to something alike to the flailing wrath of a hormone fuelled adolescent, which had compelled the misery surrounding. Perhaps it wasn’t so terrible though, for many thirsty blooms had sprouted over the arid region and life seemed to stir from even the tightest of rock crevices. Such a downpour occurred naturally about this time of year, but Africa was determined to blame herself. She was a sodden mess. No shelter harboured the far eastern ridge where she and Silas bedded, and for so long she simply bore the brunt of the torrent like it was her duty to do so. A track had been warn too; etched by the pace of restless limbs between the tree which Silas perched (also bedraggled) atop, and the Sun God’s temple. Always she stewed over the recent connection between herself and the leather-winged stallion, Silk; the Oracle could no more force his face from her thoughts than quell the feelings he had stirred there, so deeply within her conscience. Withdrawn and opposed to the idea of seeking company herself, she had mulled in place, trapped by self-enforced confinement. Silas had been for some time bringing her portions to ease the pangs of hunger, but Africa was too wrought to eat; too frayed to bother tending even to her own welfare- at least the fire had been well nourished all the while. Memories that should have been pressed into the pit of oblivion by now were simmering to the surface like molten lava rising through a volcano; those of torture and torment, guilt and self-loathing; and the more she tried to fight that stress, the worse the persecution became. Perhaps, the one-winged mare mused in silence where only Silas could dip; she had been more a fool for thinking she could hide from her crimes, than committing them to begin with. Africa |
