Lodged in Memory
Nov 26, 2014 14:52:42 GMT -5
Post by crystaluniicorn on Nov 26, 2014 14:52:42 GMT -5
Lodged in Memory
Katha88 | Abel
CrystalUniicorn | Elowen
Katha88 | Abel
CrystalUniicorn | Elowen
It had only been a few weeks since Synnove's passing, though Elowen hadn't taken it as hard as the average filly might have. Even in her young age, she was able to see the pain and the absolute struggle in her dams eyes and it was unfair to wish she walked this earth any longer than she had to. It was okay for her to let go, and both mother and daughter understood that. It was an unspoken, mutual truth. Thankfully it wasn't long before Sheva took her in for good. She would help mold the filly, not only as perhaps an adopted child, but as a friend. The mare was smart too, she slowly spent more and more time with young Elowen while her mother slipped away. And life was much easier with Sheva, as with Synnove's death the guilt in the filly had finally died too.
Elowen enjoyed the company the Bachelor herd gave to her. Most of the younger colts were nice and the fillys were good to play with. But still, Elowen preferred her solitude. She was a shy horse, sheepish too. It was hard to make friends and open up when you are naturally like this, but the young slave didn't mind much. To her life wasn't about frolicking about with your best friends, it was about staying safe and keeping guard of your hide to make life a little easier. Of course, the frolicking didn't sound too bad every once in a while. . .
Perhaps if she was raised on a different island, with different ideals and beliefs, this sort of thinking would be much different. But this is how it was, and she would have to grow up being okay with that.
The mist of dawn blanketed the herd who silently munched the sweet summer grass between their legs. The summer fields were Elowens favorite place on the Bachelor island like most of the horses who lived here. The air was always warm and the meadows soft, they shared this land with deer and rabbits among other animals who thought the land just as great.
Lifting her dished face from the ground, Elowen watched the rest of the herd continue their grazing. In the distance over a small, flowered hill, she could hear the sweet sound of a babbling brook. It spoke to her, beckoned her to come, and she had realized how thirsty she really was. Glancing to Sheva who seemed as focused as the rest, the silver filly bounced off and over the rounded hill to meet the side of the stream. The water ran from the mountains miles away, and was quite refreshing. Stepping gingerly into the clear mountain water, the filly dipped her Arabian nose in and slurped happily for a few moments. Then, she dipped her nose in and splashed her sides, wadding about around the rocks that could be seen under the translucence of the crisp water. Her tail bobbed happily as she bathed, feeling the tension of the night melt away and whisk down the waterway.
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Elowen enjoyed the company the Bachelor herd gave to her. Most of the younger colts were nice and the fillys were good to play with. But still, Elowen preferred her solitude. She was a shy horse, sheepish too. It was hard to make friends and open up when you are naturally like this, but the young slave didn't mind much. To her life wasn't about frolicking about with your best friends, it was about staying safe and keeping guard of your hide to make life a little easier. Of course, the frolicking didn't sound too bad every once in a while. . .
Perhaps if she was raised on a different island, with different ideals and beliefs, this sort of thinking would be much different. But this is how it was, and she would have to grow up being okay with that.
The mist of dawn blanketed the herd who silently munched the sweet summer grass between their legs. The summer fields were Elowens favorite place on the Bachelor island like most of the horses who lived here. The air was always warm and the meadows soft, they shared this land with deer and rabbits among other animals who thought the land just as great.
Lifting her dished face from the ground, Elowen watched the rest of the herd continue their grazing. In the distance over a small, flowered hill, she could hear the sweet sound of a babbling brook. It spoke to her, beckoned her to come, and she had realized how thirsty she really was. Glancing to Sheva who seemed as focused as the rest, the silver filly bounced off and over the rounded hill to meet the side of the stream. The water ran from the mountains miles away, and was quite refreshing. Stepping gingerly into the clear mountain water, the filly dipped her Arabian nose in and slurped happily for a few moments. Then, she dipped her nose in and splashed her sides, wadding about around the rocks that could be seen under the translucence of the crisp water. Her tail bobbed happily as she bathed, feeling the tension of the night melt away and whisk down the waterway.
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