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11-24-2015, 03:50 AM
to die by your side,
I watched as others arrived, careful to try and hide my appearance if any were to look my way, but it failed as a little porcelain filly looked my way. I was ready to turn and find my way into a more hidden spot before I noticed the smile she had sent me. I felt my heart pump slightly, the distance I had from the mammoth creature and the rest of those that had gathered made it difficult to see if it were a nervous type of smile or a genuine, happy to see you here, smile. My glassy eyes watched intently as the scene unfolded before me while my mind desperately tried to grasp the fact that the little filly might not have been frightened of me after all.
I was saved from my thoughts when Tembovu spoke. So many things had changed, and yet as I heard the name Mauja, my eyes shifted to seek out the spotted stag who also hung to the outskirts. My heart yearned for him, I didn’t know who Sno was, but I could see a dejected posture of the stag as he stood and listened. I, myself, stayed silent as he continued to speak. Raising an eyebrow to the idea of being a crafter, I watched carefully for different faces in the herd as Tembovu spoke of their names. He lastly spoke of being a Seer for the Moon Goddess and I snorted quietly to myself. What good did Gods do anymore? They weren’t ever helpful back home, but as I watched the mammoth speak I pushed the thought aside. Then the little filly spoke and I watched her with such a curiosity that it nearly hurt my heart. She was so intent on learning from the Goddess that I only wished I had as much innocent curiosity as I once did. Had nothing happened to me like it had, perhaps I’d be so blind in trusting gods as well.
But they happened to me, and I wasn’t about to let it happen again.
"Talk."
I was saved from my thoughts when Tembovu spoke. So many things had changed, and yet as I heard the name Mauja, my eyes shifted to seek out the spotted stag who also hung to the outskirts. My heart yearned for him, I didn’t know who Sno was, but I could see a dejected posture of the stag as he stood and listened. I, myself, stayed silent as he continued to speak. Raising an eyebrow to the idea of being a crafter, I watched carefully for different faces in the herd as Tembovu spoke of their names. He lastly spoke of being a Seer for the Moon Goddess and I snorted quietly to myself. What good did Gods do anymore? They weren’t ever helpful back home, but as I watched the mammoth speak I pushed the thought aside. Then the little filly spoke and I watched her with such a curiosity that it nearly hurt my heart. She was so intent on learning from the Goddess that I only wished I had as much innocent curiosity as I once did. Had nothing happened to me like it had, perhaps I’d be so blind in trusting gods as well.
But they happened to me, and I wasn’t about to let it happen again.
"Talk."
—is such a
heavenly
way to die.
