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06-09-2016, 07:32 PM
the Clovenheart
The day was brighter than the Clovenheart would usually like but it didn't bother him, not now that he was a father of three. Nothing could ruin him now, nothing could pull him down into the dark depths he'd been plagued by. Not that cursed mare who had tricked him, not the God who had laughed at him, and not the herd that had drained him of his independence. Now he was free and in love with the world, with his family and his rising spirit.
As much as he hated to credit the God of the Spark with this new feeling, he had to in part. Being unattached to the herd did not mean abandoning his loved ones, but it did mean he could do as he pleased. He did not feel weighed down anymore. He just felt, for the first time in so long, happy. His duties were whatever he wanted them to be, his loyalties to whomever he wanted them to be.
And because he was happy he wandered out into the Heavenly Fields, facing the sun even while his companions complained and resumed their rest in the Blood Falls. The morning was bright and warm with the soft heat of birdsong; his chest, marked by his lover, glowed a strong blue that competed with the day's light.
He was not thinking of the starry mare that had given him his dagger--the only thing he held on him now--but some part of him missed her. It was true that outside of this moment he had mourned the loss of her friendship, the disintegration of their relationship due to a long string of misunderstandings. But he couldn't say he was to blame, and he couldn't say she was either.
At other times, he had wondered if he would ever see her again. Now, for a brief moment, he had forgotten. Perhaps letting those troubles leave him would do him well.
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