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12-25-2014, 12:46 PM
Everyone was getting presents, gifts, awards? From a turtle. I merely stood in the back of the crowd, admiring all those that had gathered to collect something from the turtle. I didn't truly want anything other than perhaps a companion, but I wouldn't ask for anything. If the turtle had anything left, I would gladly accept a gift bestowed from him. If there was nothing left, I would gladly talk to the turtle, but I would not be upset there was nothing left. As everyone got something from the turtle, I stood there watching, wondering what wet through the receivers minds. The turtle seemed content, which was good. I wouldn't want them to spoil such a good mood! If I was happy, and someone made me angry, I'd be really upset.
I looked over all the horse, but one specifically caught my attention. He was large, muscled, with grandiose feathering. His coat was onyx, legs dripping into ivory. But I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that he was so huge. My gaze slipped from his frame, and moved to another's. A few stood out, an Appaloosa unicorn, a cherry bay with a companion, even those that were simple seemed to stand out. A bay mare with a horn caught my attention next. Her horn was black and she sang. She sang. Why was she singing? I'd only sang in privacy.
Soon, I found myself near the turtle, marveling at its grace. I moved to a mare I had met once briefly, Africa. She was one-winged and that should've made her lose hope. But she prevailed, beautiful and magnificent. I offered her a soft nicker, a greeting. "It's been a while, Africa." I smiled, glad to see her once again. She was kind last time. Would she be kind again? I hoped so.
I looked over all the horse, but one specifically caught my attention. He was large, muscled, with grandiose feathering. His coat was onyx, legs dripping into ivory. But I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that he was so huge. My gaze slipped from his frame, and moved to another's. A few stood out, an Appaloosa unicorn, a cherry bay with a companion, even those that were simple seemed to stand out. A bay mare with a horn caught my attention next. Her horn was black and she sang. She sang. Why was she singing? I'd only sang in privacy.
Soon, I found myself near the turtle, marveling at its grace. I moved to a mare I had met once briefly, Africa. She was one-winged and that should've made her lose hope. But she prevailed, beautiful and magnificent. I offered her a soft nicker, a greeting. "It's been a while, Africa." I smiled, glad to see her once again. She was kind last time. Would she be kind again? I hoped so.
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