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yael
Today, for reasons entirely unknown, her various accoutrements lay heavy against deceptively radiant skin. Though the sun shines with all the springtime glee it can muster, the golden woman’s heart seems to weigh enough to sink her to the bottom of the ocean. When she should have been uplifted by blooming flowers and the twitterpated songs of birds as they flit about, her mind is elsewhere; roaming the maze of the past that she just can’t bring herself to board up forever. It’s the twins this time: Tariq and Tzion. She’s fairly sure they would be yearlings now, or two or three (time is a fickle thing when you seem to be stuck between worlds. All she truly knows is that they were in utero before, and when she came here, they weren’t), their siblings even older.
Their siblings don’t worry the little Ima as much as the twins do - she has faith that they can (mostly) take care of themselves. All mothers must let go at some point, and Yael can finally admit that she had a bit of a problem with allowing her offspring to make their own mistakes unless they left B’kanna. But the twins - theirs are faces she will never know, soft kisses she can never cherish, hearts who will never know just how much she loves them - how much they were wanted by their parents.
Dainty legs and unhurried hooves carry her on a course with no direction; not even whim controls her path, it is pure auto-pilot without knowing where to go. And yet, Yael is not worried. She has wings to bear her aloft should anything attack from the shadows - she is not accustomed to keeping watch. She does not now. She forgets she no longer wields a certain amount of power. And so the petite pegasus finds herself in the heart of the labyrinth, lost in imagined conversations and dancing with ghosts around a resplendent oak tree.
Even her private, occasional laughter seems loud.
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
live by love, though the stars walk backwards
@Abraham
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