Margot

TO PIERCE THE SUN

 
Disgruntled whimpers of an accursed effort escaped through her maw as Margot continued through the gully between two low-laying peaks. Just ahead through the glaciers and crevasses there lay a land, one that she was certain to hold her salvation if only she could just make it out of these grizzly grey mountains. She could see it; the haze of hills and flowering grasses, but it all seemed so so far away. If she would ever reach it from where she stood so high up, so far from safety, she was sure to be one lucky girl. 
The path she trembled along seemed to be the only one in existence - it was the only trail she had come across during her scouring search of each hillock and cliff face. Was this truly the only way in and out of this country these peaks bordered? Surely there was a safer route. A cave, a tunnel system even; anything safer than trudging at the bottom of a soulless gully. 

The wind grabbed and pulled at her hair, hair that was still woven into wedding braids and fraying at each kink. What once was a neat and complex updo was now little more than two large braids with the shorter strands pulled out by the wind, leaving it deshevelled and gruesome. She had loved how her hair looked that day; in fact, it had never looked better. She'd wear these braids as long as she could. Though, that same wind brought in more than justa cold hand to pull at her hairstyle. Upon that same breeze the musky scent of a man drew near and skittishly she flattened her tail to her hocks, holding her head with a fierce kind of confidence. Whoever it was certainly did not smell of home, so that in itself was a relief, though the possibilities for who on earth this wanderer was were quite endless. 

She'd hardly spoken to a soul since her wedding night and as she sheepishly turned her maw over her shoulder, the words she tried to speak would not come out. Instead of her usual melodic voice she was startled by a raspy grizzle. Hello? she had wished to coo to whoever she could feel following her, though soon it was he who was making salutations.
Snapping her nose in the direction of a clearing throat Margot was soon to lay eyes upon the beast; a man of good height and a muscular stature, and a coat that reminded her of pine bark. The doe spoke not a single word, instead her hooves threatened to step back in aversion as she watched the stranger through hazel eyes. 
sorry to startle you-
are you alright?

Blinking through googly eyes, Margot was taken aback at the sheer gentleness of the man who stood before her. This creature reminded her of those prince charming's she always read about - like Mister Darcy and Fairfax Rochester. Until now the girl had remained convinced that such gentlemanly fellows existed only in the fiction of dreaming females.
"Oh!" She would finally begin, allowing her tense and bloody hooves to relax "I am--Well, I am quite lost but that is no matter, it was my intention." Margot chortled, a smile falling easily onto her tired but youthful face. The more she spoke the more nervous she became, the anxiety of actually being lost without house and home settling in once again. Margot's lip trembled as she spoke once again, this time raising her head in an attempt to appear in control (when she certainly was not).
"Please know... uhm, g-good man, that I am not to be found! Unless you are one of my fathers brutes... well, then I will have to... k-kill you?" 
She regretted saying such things already, knowing full well that if it came to it there was no way she would or could kill this man. In fact, it was unlikely she'd even struggle if he told her to come with him back to her pretty little cell.