08-26-2015, 11:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-28-2015, 11:04 PM by Eden.)
E D E N
The pale mare's hooves struck the earth with soft thuds, occasionally breaking twigs and crushing dead leaves. The pops and snaps of the lifeless foliage was satisfying to the fem. In Birdsong there weren't as many of these dead twigs and leaves to crunch; finding them was a challenge. Regardless, it was an activity Eden enjoyed for no particular reason. Her brother was more of a fan of it than she ever was. Part of her didn't want to acknowledge the fact she was doing it to keep his memory alive, but part of her did. It was a perplexing thought. She had taken up this little habit, come far away from her home to partake in it, but only because someone she once loved had done so many times before her.
Eden let out a soft sigh at this musing, her heart aching at it. She slowly came to a halt, her face falling into a somber emotion. Her she was, alone again. She had joined the herd to make friends, yet she could call no one by such a name. Was she better off in the wilds, searching for her family? Did it even matter? Her family could be dead, but then again, there wasn't a point in staying somewhere she felt discontent in. What's the difference between chasing ghosts and chasing superficial daydreams? Could it be a lesser of two evils? Either way could lead her to a desirable and not so desirable future.
The mare's golden lock in her forelock fell across her face, shimmering in the pale light of the forest. She tossed her mane and forelock back, the soft tendrils floating around her for seconds before falling into place. Then it hit her. She just needed time to fall into place, like her hair! It was perhaps the strangest analogy she had come up with to date, but it was a start.
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this was the weirdest post ever. I'm rusty ;_; for
@Ilios but anyone is welcome to say hi.
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