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yael
Oh. Oh. She’s seen all this before, hell, she’s been through all that: swaying, unsteady steps, driven almost solely by pure determination and a giant, self-made wall between one’s self and one’s emotions. The filly (she thinks) is a slip of a shadow in the sunlight. If it weren’t for her horns and irregular markings that note her movement through the trees, Yael might have missed her. Compassion and empathy drew the little golden mother towards her, calling out with what she hoped was a kind, warm-sounding “Xello?”
It isn’t until she draws closer that the girl’s physical and emotional distress are apparent; the dark marks on her pelt and dirty, worn-out appearance. The dullness of exhaustion that lives behind dead eyes that have seen far too much for such a young life. Already heart-broken for the girl, Yael’s first instinct is to open her great big wings and wrap them around this stranger who is already as large as herself. She wanted to whisper the mourners kaddish in her ears, and lead her to the hottub that was sure to be done by now, to give her a soft place to rest her head and a sentry to guard her dreams.
It is too much to offer at once, but oh G-d, how the lost mother in her both leaps for joy at the prospect and cowers in fear behind a barely holding dam. It’s hard to describe to others just what is missing from her life, because, well… it’s easy to make more children. It’s not easy to go through the motions of the deed, and it wasn’t too long ago that Yael practically jumped out of her skin while trying to avoid touching a stallion. She isn’t… in the market to do anything more than soothe the aches and pains by being helpful and caring for others. Drawing closer from one side, the black-tipped pegasus moves to intercept the yearling, all the while fighting back the urge to call her darling and dear. That was ok when she was a Queen, when everyone knew she had a brood of children. Now? It might just seem strange.
Wide, warm eyes reach out for the girl as her accented voice calls out again. “Xello? Are… Are you all right?” Slow and easy, Yael. Slow and easy. Don't scare her away.
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live by love, though the stars walk backwards
@Althea
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