| World's Edge Filly |
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12-05-2016, 11:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-05-2016, 11:25 AM by Maude.)
She was not far.
In fact, she was close, tucked into the frigid grass that had, only moments before, seemed wonderful, and the stuff of fairytales. Now, the sparkle of the midnight frost was lost on the horrible, horrible scenario which was laid out before her. So, while the others flood in to help her gaunt, terribly ill momma, Maude can only stare from a distance which, for no logical reason at all, might spare her from what she sees.
This is not a small cut, or the wet ground and weary mother of an easy birth. This is not easily mended with magic, or herbs; even a child as wreathed in joy and innocence as Maude knows this.
About her, that radiance flutters. Her mouth draws into a pained frown, her green eyes wide with an unspeakable fear. Dark, cold as if she’d swallowed snow, it sinks into her belly and slowly sloshes about, and, though she bids her hooves to take her closer, to help, she can’t make them move. For all her wishes to do anything to make this horrible situation better, all the maiden can manage is to stare, and continuously swallow back the tears of love and panic which well again and again in her eyes.
“Darth- na- Maude hi?” wearily croaks her dam from the ground, breaking the spell that holds the girl to the earth. The cream and ginger darling is so distraught, she doesn’t even notice that it’s not Common Arah is speaking, forgets to pretend to be confused, because she is being asked for, and all the future times she might eavesdrop on her parents whispering of how much they loved her in a tongue she pretended to not understand are cast away, all for the love a daughter has for her mother.
"I’m here, momma!" chokingly whimpers the babe as she dashes forward, passed the King and his Mbwene without a curtsy or bow in a flurry of milky white and ruddy edges. Dropping onto her knees and throwing her face against her slender mother’s neck (horrified by the boniness of her normally comfortably soft side), the child lets Arah’s coat swallow up her tears for a while, before rising to let the others help her mother up (and hopefully, home).
"I’ll be right here while we are on the way home, don’t worry," she bravely promises with a bob of her muzzle, her gaze still streaked with tears.
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how to be brave
how to love when I'm afraid
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Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
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