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11-22-2016, 10:30 AM
Play the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love;
“I have found our missing herd-sister, Arah!”and sway to the rhythm of love;
The sound ripples and bounds all through the wood, as Toulouse hopes. It trickles down through roots and earth, through the mental cotton blurring the lines between reality, and the sleeping world. The sound clambers into the dozing ear of a cremello maiden, tucked among the carefully tended folds of her feather and herb bed, perhaps, even, dreaming that the third, the one for her mother, wasn’t empty.
Though surely his shouting had done its part as a whole to wake her, it was these words that send her tumbling from the misty realms of her drowsy mind back into the cool, winter night. Sitting up abruptly, the little one blinks rapidly away her sleepiness, a hopeful smile already tugging at the corners of her sleepy face.
"Daddy! Daddy wake up!" she pleads with the somehow still sleeping chestnut (or maybe he’s just in disbelief and refusing to move out of protest), her tiny hooves prancing beneath her, and muzzle nudging, prodding, poking her father’s warm, familiar form, "someone is shouting they’ve found mommy! She’s hurt and needs us!"
So greatly does Maude believe in this plight of her mother, that she doesn’t wait for her sire to rouse completely before she tears out of the notch leading into their snow free den. Blinking at the sharpness of the cold night air, and shivering despite herself, the filly swiftly canters towards the source of the voice, pausing only when the night reveals a tall, slender man, pale as death, and a butterfly winged filly.
Though this is surely not the time for oohs and awes, or gasps of delighted pleasure, the ginger-cream filly most definitely wishes it was. However, this being a time for business, she manages to tear her pale, innocently green eyes away from the wonderful allure of Laume’s wings (easier to do when she flitters off to get more help).
"My daddy is coming," she tells the stranger, wild eyed, prepared and yet terrified for this adventure all the same, afraid that they will make it to the meadow to find Arah gone, or not truly Arah at all. Maude did not dare to think of the chance that they would be too late, and that her mother would be… "Is it really her? Should I bring any supplies?"
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
