A million words would not bring you back

Ever Mayawyn · 08-26-2010, 11:13 PM

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Niro at the stables

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Almost a week had gone by. She had been counting the days, forcing her mind passed clouded hours. The sky was a clear blue, but it wouldn’t have made a difference to the female. Doors closed, she lay against the hay stack, her form crippled with her knees tucked to her chin. Finger’s trembled lightly as they clutched the thin, dirty cloth of the blue dress. It was clear she was not eating right and sleep had evaded her nights.

The darkness was as thick as midnight inside the stables while the girl struggled to breath. Life had twisted before milky grey eyes that dripped tears down Ever’s cheeks. The reaction had gouged a longer and deeper hole in her too fragile heart. What she had feared became evidently clear. She was in love. The thought burned her chest and more tears choked back the sobs that had raked claws down her throat and left it sore.

Things weren’t suppose to be this way. It happened instantaneously as love often did, but what she felt now was something that felt like death. Her head was swimming as if in the tears she had shed. One might have claimed she had none left, but the silver girl had proved them wrong long ago.

It was her fault, all of it. Every inch, every sound, every word. The last time the female had felt this felling was when her mother had died before her eyes. With just that single, harmless memory the world came crashing down on her pretty little shoulders. Her maw opened in a silent plea for help as she looked up into the faint light filtering from the crack in the planks. Chest raw with pain, she placed her head back under her arms, sobs being the only sound amongst the building.

But it wasn’t over yet. A velvet muzzle ruffled the red curls upon her head that had grown sustainably long. She looked up, her face like crumpled paper. He was so beautiful; her golden sun in the time of darkness. Flicking his ears, the stallion lipped her cheek, wiping away what tears that had failed to trail to her chin. She pressed her nose into the white splash of fur upon his forehead so hard that his scent burned her nose.

Months had passed before she had found the haflinger. Trekking the mountains and hills had certainly taken its toll on the girl but it had been worth it. Finding her companion (more like her guardian) had made these weeks slightly more bearable. The stallion had not left her side since the day they met, convincing himself that she would get herself in trouble without his guidance. Now he hovered over her, black eye’s dim in the darkness while they searched her face for any kind of response.

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