Post by Someday on Jan 21, 2007 19:37:08 GMT -5
Singing to
Was this a new land? She had traveled in no particular direction for at least one turn of the moon now. Again and again she had fallen unlucky, but had survived. Maybe somehow she was in favor of Fate; for a moment or two, at least. Wine painted fae stood, visionaries bringing forth the colorful surroundings of autumn. So Season of the Changing Colors isn't so different as it was...there? she quietly mused. It was strange, but it made her feel better about leaving. Here she didn't have the lead-weight of shame. Here nobody was constantly whispering about how she had become disowned. Here there were no rumors of the princess who got the boot. Simply for the fact that these horses didn't know so.
Somehow she had gotten up the mountain. The mountain that so many other faes like her climbed to be taken away to new homes that stretched far and wide around this new land, GF3. All throughout the mountain were those that were branded as lights. There speeches all seemed to be predetermined, completely formal, innocent, naiive, always a love at first sight. Not that she thought it was wrong, it just seemed so silly. And fake. Like this eternal love they pronounce for each other; it's not really love, she could see. Or at least not the deep, forever kind. The kind of love they claimed for themselves was the slight affection made to tie a mare to a stallion so his herd could become bigger. The darks. They were less noisy than the lights, but still seemed to have their actions predetermined as well. They would talk back, made rude comments, nip and bite each other, test other, never fully trusting. They all seemed of the same breed as well; many were of friesian blood, black covering their bodices. She liked the freedom of the neutrals, able to act either way and not be considered undignified.
She pawed the ground, wondering and yet not wondering what should happen to her. She heard the cackle of dry leaves on the ground, and winced. She didn't like noise. It made her head hurt, and also made it so that she couldn't hear what the world around her was telling her. Of course, she wanted to be noticed so that she would have a home shortly, but it just felt wrong to her that she had to call, whinny, rear, or do something outstanding to have a buck notice her and bring forth a home to live in.
the Deaf Man
