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09-11-2013, 10:41 PM
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She wasn't sure if it was because of the break they had made at the stream or the company of the mare that stood by her side, but she felt slightly revived from her long journey. Mercy could see her companion’s joy increase as they drew closer to their destination. In response she felt her spirits begin to lift as well as it began to dawn on her that they were heading in the direction of what might become home. She began to get nervous about her appearance. The more she thought about meeting the other horses that belonged to Kahlua’s herd the more she began to worry about what they might find fault with. What if they didn't like her? What if they thought she was unworthy of them? Worst of all... what if she had to be parted from Kahlua? Her breath began to shallow and her field of vision began to focus inward…..
The mists mark our borders.The words of her friend and the stop they made brought her back down to earth. Oh well, guess we’ll find out now. She raised her head and brought her ears to full alert as she attempted to bring in her surrounding sights, smells and sounds. “It is a beautiful sight, your home,” she said, her voice floating softly and quietly across the wind to her companion. She felt Kahlua’s tail as it brushed against her and it brought a smile to her face. How simple it was to just be in each other’s company without speaking and still feel like they were having a conversation. Mercy began to think of the great adventures she could have with this mare in the land that she as of yet knew nothing about. Yes, great adventures they would have. “I do hope it is as you say and they enjoy my company as I enjoy yours. It would be a shame to part ways so soon…..,” her voice dropped off into thought. She felt Kahlua move beside her and shifted her weight in an attempt to remove some of her burden from her companion while still using her support. When it seemed they were both comfortable and content, Mercy nudged the mare’s neck in friendly thanks and hung her own head low to observe the land beneath her hooves. Now it was time to wait.
Kahlua, Open
