[Worship] To the stars that listen

[Coraline]

She had wandered for hours (or was it days?) taking several trails and winding paths until she found one that lead up. Having no idea about this place, she slowly ascended, taking her time, nudging each new flower and plant she encountered. Some smelled sweet, and others poked her without mercy. Others still made her sneeze. Her heart swelled, imagining how he would have stomped the pokey plants for daring to hurt her. A smile curled her lips as a tear lit in her button eye. Oh, how she missed him dearly! He had been her best friend, her confidante, and her only true love. She had never told him how she felt; and when a magical coma claimed her for two years, she woke to find he had died. She could not come to think of the reason he had died; but the guilt she felt was immense; crushing and consuming. She tried to force the thoughts from her mind, and in an effort to do so, threw her body headlong up the trail, forcing her lungs to burn and her heart to beat so fast that it couldn’t hold onto the sad memories anymore. It seemed to work. Before long, she was huffing and puffing and seeing spots before her eyes. Coraline stopped, slowing her breathing and steadying herself. What she saw when the spots cleared was beautiful. She had come to the top of what could only be described as a mountain. Greenery stretched in every direction, the sunlight caressing everything in its path. She stared, jaw open, button eyes wide. She couldn’t see it, but her silver coat glittered like millions of diamonds as the sunlight wrapped around her. She moved around slowly, oblivious to everything but the beauty. Moments passed, and the filly heard the sound of another. Whipping around and trying to hunch down to make herself seem smaller and invisible, she waited until another emerged from another trail. She heard a whispering voice, and when the mare didn’t leap upon her and try to kill her, the filly slowly uncurled herself, watching a moment more before giving a soft, almost inaudible whicker. She didn’t want to frighten the other mare, but nor did she really want to draw attention to herself. She was afraid, and without him here, she knew that there were things that could kill her if they wanted to. He had been her savior; her strength and her love. But he was gone now, and she was alone. She swallowed down another tear and a sob, and took one more step closer to the other female. ”H…he…hello.” Her voice was sweet and gentle, a tinkling bell in a breeze. The filly was sweet, soft spoken and terrified of everything. Her mother had done her no justice when she was but a baby, and despite the great strides she had made in her few years of life, she had reverted back after he left her. She was nearly a weanling again in her mindset. Poor girl. All she needs is love.   ”Speech”

Coraline | Silver chain from the pirate siren | Blue Macaw feather in mane | Image © Firenze Design @ Deviant Art