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01-19-2017, 11:06 AM
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Her teeth begin to chatter with cold, and the fear sinking its teeth deeper and deeper into her, the longer she walks alone, without the resounding comfort of her father’s voice biting into the howl of the blizzard. No longer left any hoof prints to follow back, the girl narrows her eyes and peers fretfully into the maelstrom of white, her heart thudding hard against her breast, as her pale mane tousled into tangled ribbons abreast the wild wind. “Daddy!” she bleats, again, and again, until her throat is dry, and begs her to stop; even then, she keeps shouting out, trying to overcome the ferocious croon of the storm that seeks to swallow her cries, “oh, please, where are you? Daddy!!” The last cry pierces the muffling roar of the wind, her eyes blurred with tears that she can’t hold back. Why had she run off like that? It was so stupid! This whole night was just stupid! Sniffling loudly, she kicks at the snow savagely, before she sees a dark silhouette approaching her in the white whorl of the world, a familiar set of tines rising from an ever so familiar figure. With a wild sob, she flees to his safe warmth, her anger forgotten in the wake of her terror, and the cold. Whump! sounds her chest and shoulder from where they impact him, and she buries her face in his perfect, strawberry hair; her tears flow freely, because his sweet words are soothing, and painful all at the same time. Around her, the wind howls, and inside, her heart howls, too, her tears slowly trickling into her father’s red mane and coat. She sobs and sniffles for some while, until the cold ache in her ankles and toed hooves overrides the bitter hurt in her chest. Rubbing her eyes against her dad, she pulls away, but doesn’t look at him; instead, she watches her feet, shuffling slowly beneath her in the snow. “Can we just go back now?” she implores while shaking her muzzle back and forth, a choked sob breaking the air, because she doesn’t want to talk about it, not anymore, not tonight, “I just want to go back.” |
@Tilney
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
