// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Lena half-wondered if these herds were simply used to the gawking – or too aware of their powers to even be bothered with humans nearby. A multitude of ears pricked and swiveled each time one of the women spoke, but none of them seemed to mind, and kept perusing through blades of grass. “It’s so wonderful that they offer to be companions,” she murmured, wholeheartedly enthused by the healing spectacle. She even took to drawing the lightness of the glow on her sketch, jotting down details in quick succession.
And then the foal was up, gangly legs and all, as the elder had healed them. With a few gallivanting snorts and leaps, it bounded around the herd, impressed with either itself or content that it had been assuaged. The older mare seemed to continue approaching the youths, healing and mending from whatever had ailed.
And then the foal was up, gangly legs and all, as the elder had healed them. With a few gallivanting snorts and leaps, it bounded around the herd, impressed with either itself or content that it had been assuaged. The older mare seemed to continue approaching the youths, healing and mending from whatever had ailed.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
