Post by sidewinder on Jan 12, 2009 15:32:34 GMT -5
Here the song in the night, she sings to you, she sings to you.
DIVINE WIND
The winds had changed. The times had turned, and it had become springtime. The foal had been born, though it seemed queer at times. Perhaps it was just Divine's lack of knowledge, her still childish innocence. She played with the foal not as a mother, but as a friend. It was beautiful to see the two Piebalds racing each other, the mother stumbling so her daughter could win. And of course the little flicka loved it. She did not know the meaning of her name, and her mother would never tell her. Her mother would never tell her of the past she pretended didn't exist. She pretended that the father had died fighting. And that was how it would be. She was once upon a time in love, but it was time to move on. Her and her little angel.
But the time for play was over, something new was on the wind. Divine straightened up, her orbs wide with anticipation. She smelled the scent of stallions on the breeze, here and now. It was time, she knew, to move on. Gently she nuzzled her little flicka.
"Come, my darling," came her sweet voice. "Let us find us a home, where we are always welcome." The flicka smiled, and lipped at her mother's hair. She knew that they once had a home, but that her mother had not liked it and had run away to have her. She did not complain, she liked the adventure. But what if mother didn't like this next home either?
The thought slipped her mind as her mother let out a whinny that caught her off guard. Both of them began laughing, and merriment returned again.
[/size][/center]DIVINE WIND
The winds had changed. The times had turned, and it had become springtime. The foal had been born, though it seemed queer at times. Perhaps it was just Divine's lack of knowledge, her still childish innocence. She played with the foal not as a mother, but as a friend. It was beautiful to see the two Piebalds racing each other, the mother stumbling so her daughter could win. And of course the little flicka loved it. She did not know the meaning of her name, and her mother would never tell her. Her mother would never tell her of the past she pretended didn't exist. She pretended that the father had died fighting. And that was how it would be. She was once upon a time in love, but it was time to move on. Her and her little angel.
But the time for play was over, something new was on the wind. Divine straightened up, her orbs wide with anticipation. She smelled the scent of stallions on the breeze, here and now. It was time, she knew, to move on. Gently she nuzzled her little flicka.
"Come, my darling," came her sweet voice. "Let us find us a home, where we are always welcome." The flicka smiled, and lipped at her mother's hair. She knew that they once had a home, but that her mother had not liked it and had run away to have her. She did not complain, she liked the adventure. But what if mother didn't like this next home either?
The thought slipped her mind as her mother let out a whinny that caught her off guard. Both of them began laughing, and merriment returned again.
