[P] garden secrets

[Mesnyi]

Mesnyi

She was the end of beauty.

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his late in the night, it was not unusual that Mesnyi had snuggled into the flank of some lover or another, or perhaps that she was still awake, drinking and laughing and entertaining. Tonight, though, she had slipped from silken sheets away from the silvery man she had fallen in with. The moon shone bright across her face through the tall glass windows, waking her as the morning sun. The lavender mare pressed a kiss to her lover’s cheek, assuring him that yes, she would be back, and whispered through the doorway as a ghost.

Midnight wanderings were a mystical pastime, often full of silence and peace, but the crystalline stillness of the hour also invited reflection. She could dive into her past without prying eyes or ears to hear her crying, some stranger looking in on her private world. They could try to sate her loneliness, but no one was good enough, not after her first. Regret pressed into her heart like a fist. All these years and - for what? What had been gained? She’d gone and lost herself in a place too far from home this time, and now she would never see him or anyone else again. It was just her and ten thousand strangers looking in.

Mesnyi didn’t realize that anyone else had come to the pond. It was a private place, even during the day; few stumbled upon the oasis, its paths left untended and nearly as wild as Viride. The lavender unicorn pressed on through the budding ferns and winter-bare branches, the clearing finally opening up before her as a flower. Before the pond stood her sovereign - Ipomoea. In the distance, a loon cried.

”I don’t believe the fish have awoken yet, luminous one.”

Deer Dancer | "speaks" | notes: ☽☼☾

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