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There were mutterings on the breeze of a herd meeting. She knew she had missed it, but how? Had the magic claimed her for so long? She began to fret, worries and fears building in her already troubled mind. You see, when you look at the silver girl, she appears to be a very mature three-year old, full of the long mane and tail, curves, and lines of any girl her age. But when you understand more about her, you will realize she is still mentally a yearling. No, she is not touched in the head; but her story is a long one. Perhaps you will find interest in it, dear Kasil, to understand your charge. She was born silver with black markings – black legs, mane and tail, muzzle, and worst of all…button eyes. The herd she came from were made of pure silver – not a single blemish upon their flesh for generations, and for her mother to birth such an abomination…it was a horrendous act. The only thing that saved the newborn’s life was the immense love the mare had for the rogue stallion that sired her. The filly was kept away from the herd, afraid that her “blemishes” would pass on to them, and they all would be marked as imperfect. She was fed at irregular intervals, often crying with hunger and loneliness. Her mother never gave her a kind word or bedtime story. Instead, the filly was told of all the evils in the world that would love to eat a lost child. So she grew up fearing the world and all its inhabitants. As a weanling, the child moved on (not by her choice, of course) and found a home where she met several friends. She found a stallion she deemed to be her father – Iago – a stallion of stars and kindliness. And Pan, Flora, Only, and Bartholomew. Mew was her best friend. They spent every waking moment together, exploring, chasing, playing tag and seek. He was smaller than she, but every bit her knight in shining armor. He went off to fight a dragon she desperately wanted to save, but neither knew what the other was doing. He came back with an injury to his shoulder, and she found out it was from the dragon. He feared she would hate him, but instead, she tried to fix him, to heal the wound, proud that he had at least tried to do what he felt was right – trying to slay the dragon so it could never come to kill her. And then it happened. The magical coma claimed her. She was tucked away somewhere that nobody could find her, and she couldn’t find them. After she woke, she found her homeland had been destroyed; burned down by the one who was their leader – the one sworn to protect them all. She found a new herd, and that was when she received the news. Mew had died. He returned to the burning herd to find her, desperate to save her, even though he hadn’t seen her in some time. He had died with his last words demanding that the listener pass on his love for his Coraline. She had never told him that she was in love with him. That one day, when they were grown, they would have foals that would be perfect, no matter what they looked like – no matter if they were silver, or black, or had wings or fangs. She had never been able to tell him, and with the destruction of their home…she never would. While she was in the coma, her mind was not aging like her body was. She was not able to have conversations and grow mentally. So she stayed a yearling even though she woke as a two-year old. And it happened again. She was three, but still mentally a yearling. She was learning in leaps and bounds, but she still has troubles and worries to work through. But now, she is here. She is trying hard to be a good citizen, a good friend, and to make sure no bad happens to anyone else ever again. So with hearing that she missed a meeting made her nervous. Would he be mad? Would he throw her out? Would he hate her because she had the black blemishes that her mother so hated? Would he throw her away because she had button eyes? The filly fretted as she called out softly, asking for him to come, or to give her a place she could go to meet him. It was past time they had this meeting, and she was sorry to have missed it. ”Speech” |
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@Kasil
my apologies on missing the big obvious thread for the herd meeting. Been busy and not online as much as I want to be. :/
Astarael too. He's around. :)
