All expectations make her heart feel numb
She coaxed her song from her throat like a bird, a siren swell, a haunting, poignant eave, meant to gather and lilt the glowing tides. Her eyes wandered from beast to beast, from wolf to wolf, from divine to divine, but nothing shimmered over the edges and embankments of snow. And still, she persisted, and they twirled, completely forgotten things – some on the fringes and boundaries of their mind, some persevering and adoring, some cold and callous and measuring her arches in capabilities and wishes, hopes, dreams, and ambitions. They came together – and she didn’t want them to fall apart, not yet.
She tilted her head back and laughed as they spun, permitting the echoes of the lullaby to range upwards, into the sky, along clouds of dreamy darkness. How much longer could they last? The apples fell and she didn’t care, providing, presiding, a pathway in case the deer ever yearned, ever craved, to come closer.
“I don’t think they’re coming,” she whispered, briefly breaking the strain – but still spinning, still trying to copy the measures they’d had before.
She tilted her head back and laughed as they spun, permitting the echoes of the lullaby to range upwards, into the sky, along clouds of dreamy darkness. How much longer could they last? The apples fell and she didn’t care, providing, presiding, a pathway in case the deer ever yearned, ever craved, to come closer.
“I don’t think they’re coming,” she whispered, briefly breaking the strain – but still spinning, still trying to copy the measures they’d had before.
MABEL
