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12-24-2015, 05:13 PM
I have loved so hard
that it broke my heart—
Large skull flies up, ears straining forward, towards the noise. Cobalt eyes are wide, never before had her heard such a sound. Metallic, but not in the sense of clashing metal. It was delicate and musical— joyous, even. The ringing tintinnabulates through his soul, sending reverberations of warmth and happiness through him, before settling in a pool of warmth in his barrel.
What was this?
Legs start churning, carrying him towards the sound. Even if he didn’t want to follow the pull, he would not have been able to stop the movements of his legs. Though, as it were, he chased the noise with thrilled curiosity. But he stutters in his walk at the sight of Mauja dancing before him, following the trail of bells and snow dust.
A broad smile crosses his face, for to see his friend so joyously affected by the bell’s hymn was a gift. He picks up a long-strided trot to follow the speckled man, arriving in the Thistle Meadow with surprising promptness. A wary glance was cast around the meadow, for this place had been a place of pain and loneliness for the Elephant.
But, in the face of such a wondrously large tree and festive humming, his sadness could find no purchase in his conscience. Sighing contentedly, he comes to a halt alongside a small, white man with a shockingly bright red mane and tail. Nostrils flare as a scent, foreign and deliciously fitting with the sight of the tree merriness in the air, emanates from the candyman beside him.
Swiveling his attention away from the tree for a moment, he leans toward the red and white stallion, nares flared as he draws in another, sweet breath, ensuring that it was the man that smelled so delectable. “That’s you?” in the face of such comfort and warmth emanating from the tree, he cannot stop the words from rumbling out of his mouth.
What was this?
Legs start churning, carrying him towards the sound. Even if he didn’t want to follow the pull, he would not have been able to stop the movements of his legs. Though, as it were, he chased the noise with thrilled curiosity. But he stutters in his walk at the sight of Mauja dancing before him, following the trail of bells and snow dust.
A broad smile crosses his face, for to see his friend so joyously affected by the bell’s hymn was a gift. He picks up a long-strided trot to follow the speckled man, arriving in the Thistle Meadow with surprising promptness. A wary glance was cast around the meadow, for this place had been a place of pain and loneliness for the Elephant.
But, in the face of such a wondrously large tree and festive humming, his sadness could find no purchase in his conscience. Sighing contentedly, he comes to a halt alongside a small, white man with a shockingly bright red mane and tail. Nostrils flare as a scent, foreign and deliciously fitting with the sight of the tree merriness in the air, emanates from the candyman beside him.
Swiveling his attention away from the tree for a moment, he leans toward the red and white stallion, nares flared as he draws in another, sweet breath, ensuring that it was the man that smelled so delectable. “That’s you?” in the face of such comfort and warmth emanating from the tree, he cannot stop the words from rumbling out of his mouth.
—only to build me up
stronger again.
tembovu
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL :D
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