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Post by ponymad on Mar 11, 2006 4:06:13 GMT -5
She was glad that she had come back, but she felt broken inside. She wanted to have company for the rest of her life. But where she went she had found none. So she came back. She knew that Fall was happy, wherever she was. And she wanted to think so too.
Storm, Feather are you there?
She wanted to talk to them, just them two for the moment. She wondered what her brother, Kanao was doing. She had picked up his scent awhile ago. |
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 11, 2006 7:24:15 GMT -5
The shire mare had not been seen for a while, she knew. Her painted body had been lurking in the shadows, seeing if it was true...and it was. Cure had left Magic alone in this world, he had torn her heart to pieces...and Feather would remind him...if she ever saw him again. Magic would find a better mate, after her heart healed, for she would be aware. Poor Magic...she had got her self all worked up about a foal, and now she couldn't have one. This saddened Feather. Her daughter wasn't happy...
As she walked down the shore line, her memories fainted back to her old friends. Meg, Amber, Summer, Spirit, Primanka...all of which were gone now. So she thought... Her icy blues caught a golden figure on the sands...could it be? Feather though she was dead! But she wasn't? Where had she been all these years? The painted shire's mane was tossed backward as she galloped toward the mare. Her banner floating wildly after her. Her feathers blowing in all ways, and her daggers making a drum-like sound.
AS she reached the mare she stopped, and just looked her up and down...it was her. Summer Sunset...She remembered Summer and herself had been in foal together, with Magic and Fall... The painted shire nuzzled that golden mare, so one of her dear friends had been alive...
"Summer?"
She asked as if in shock.
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Post by ponymad on Mar 11, 2006 11:11:10 GMT -5
Loooking round she sighed and then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black and white figure coming towards her. Was it Feather? The rythmitic hoofbeats came nearer and nearer. Daring to look up she saw that it was Feather. Nickering joyfully she spun round on her hocks to greet het friend.
Feather? I am sorry I left you but had to go and see my mother. She is dead now anyway. |
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 13, 2006 20:06:20 GMT -5
The shire mare's icy pools looked across the sea. The was were allay for some reason...maybe feeling in this land were calm. Feather understood the golden mare's reasons. If Feather's mother hadn't been taken from her so early, she would had wanted to see her in her last moments. Her father was different, she had learned from her brother that he was gone...and this left her heart fresh. For he couldn't hurt her or her beloved daughter Magic. Magic, her poor daughter, her love had left her. Left her, when she was filled with joy of a foal...and Feather filled with joy of a grand-foal. The ivory stallion had once been the midnight mare's knight...but it had come out he was a joker. How could he have done that too Magic's heart...
"I understand Summer, I would have wished to see my mother one last time before she breathed her last..."
The mare heaved a deep sigh...
"But I never got a chance. The last thoughts of my mother are a scream and a fearful seen..."
The painted mare turned to gaze at the golden mare, it had been so long since she had seen her. What of Fall? Where was the bay mare? The one of Magic's age...where was she?
"Summer a lot has happened since your departure...Curse left...and now Magic is heart broken. What of your daughter my friend?"
She asked in tender lyrics...as if she wasn't hurt. But her baby was crestfallen and this hurt her.
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