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Warm breath rustled little ears, neck warmed by friction and soft exhalations as the angel looks after her so carefully. No words are spoken for a long time and Nayati is finding it hard to keep her eyes open. She's so very, very tired but cannot understand why. It had not been long since her last sleep. Everything around her seemed to whisper to her to let go and just fade into dreams, and Nayati was intent on following them. Sleep sounded very good right now, wrapped in the cloud of warmth that the angel's body was slowly giving off.
However sleep wasn't to be. The angel's words are insistent and draw her from her stupor. It isn't something Nayati wants to do but how can she do anything else? If the angel wants her awake, then who is she to deny her? Her words spark something deep in the little filly and she can only stare up into the beautiful mare's eyes with complete trust and gratitude. Words spoken with such conviction that Nayati believes them wholly and completely. She stands and Nayati follows, both to continue to linger in her warmth and because she longs to get away from all of this pain. Listening very carefully to her words and nodding. If the angel says it isn't far then she clearly speaks the truth. "Okay," and a tiny little smile pulls at her lips. Leopard spotted legs tremble where she stands, and they ache fiercely, but Nayati wants to be strong for the pretty winged female. Finally tilting her head, a little shy to ask the question that niggles at her mind.
Nayati was rarely allowed to ask questions of Mother, and so her ruby brown eyes are hesitant and downcast as she speaks. "You angel?" Was she correct in thinking that? She'd never seen one of course but the mare seemed to be one. Winged, kind, and so gentle whereas Mother had been cruel. She had to be a mythical creature! That was the only answer Nayati had. But surely the angel had a name?
However sleep wasn't to be. The angel's words are insistent and draw her from her stupor. It isn't something Nayati wants to do but how can she do anything else? If the angel wants her awake, then who is she to deny her? Her words spark something deep in the little filly and she can only stare up into the beautiful mare's eyes with complete trust and gratitude. Words spoken with such conviction that Nayati believes them wholly and completely. She stands and Nayati follows, both to continue to linger in her warmth and because she longs to get away from all of this pain. Listening very carefully to her words and nodding. If the angel says it isn't far then she clearly speaks the truth. "Okay," and a tiny little smile pulls at her lips. Leopard spotted legs tremble where she stands, and they ache fiercely, but Nayati wants to be strong for the pretty winged female. Finally tilting her head, a little shy to ask the question that niggles at her mind.
Nayati was rarely allowed to ask questions of Mother, and so her ruby brown eyes are hesitant and downcast as she speaks. "You angel?" Was she correct in thinking that? She'd never seen one of course but the mare seemed to be one. Winged, kind, and so gentle whereas Mother had been cruel. She had to be a mythical creature! That was the only answer Nayati had. But surely the angel had a name?
the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
