The Journey Home (Dona/Laurie)

Perhaps life would never be as simple as waking up, eating, and then going to bed. People open their eyes with the sun shining in their face, lovely and refreshing as ever. But when she opened hers, everything was black. She did not see anything. She could not see the color the grass was. Couldn't see whether the clouds were rolling through the sky as they promised rain, nor could she see if her owner had come to train her. Her eyes were like a ghost, wandering in desperation as to where to go and what had happened. She couldn't find any joy in looking about the meadow. Bumping her head on the wooden fence and long, sharp wires was always a problem. Guess she needed somebody to help her see, hm?

She had stumbled up this morning, pale hooves trying to find their way as she threw her body around in the barn. Lilly was there, waiting, sitting by her stall as she peered inside. The woman had waited all morning until the mare had woken up so she could let her out into the meadow. The familiar scent wafted into her nares, forcing her head to push forward and knock her muzzle into the girl's cheek. She smelled sweet and like home, familiar. She had remembered this scent very well and she knew who it belonged to. Icy blue eyes floated about, not particularly looking any where. Once she felt the stall door slide against her skin and revealing an opening, she trotted out to be guided towards a field. The halter that was strapped onto her muzzle tugged at her skull, leading towards the meadows eagerly. With ears raised high, she looked onwards with an excited feeling.

Being released into the grazing fields, she galloped across the ever growing green grass. An excited nicker tugged through her lips, bellowing in her neck, tossing her lean head about. Stomping her thin and nimble hooves against the grass to allow her head to lean down, she munched away hungrily at the vegetation. The mare could not remember what a sunny day in Spring looked like. She couldn't remember what the sun shining represented nor what the clouds looked like. She just told herself that they were whispy and white, fluffy and pure at the first snow flake in Winter.

She could hear clearly. She heard the birds chirping, singing their morning song to the bright blue sky. She could hear the bugs buzzing away, making that same tone over and over again. Flies pricked and pulled at her skin, making her tail swat at them furiously. Lean body moved gradually across the ground. Her ears rotated in their place as they flicked and twisted around. Her ears could hear the sound of light traveling across the grass, dew-drops dripping from their place on shrubs. The sun was rising above the horizon and yet she couldn't see a single ray of sunlight. Not. One. Stream. But she could hear it. Not the light itself, but she could know. The crickets had stopped chirping and the mosquitos stopped humming their songs in the night-time.

Her belly swayed underneath her thin and athletic form. She could feel the foal swirling and pushing her insides around gently. The familiar feeling of sickness churned inside her stomach, making her snort irritatingly. She was an old mare god dammit, why did her humans put her and Eiros together? Well, she was going to die soon anyway. She was getting old and she knew it. The bones beneath her legs were starting to get rusty and worn out. Her knees ached and soon she would have to retire. Perhaps this would be the end of a good line, then? Not that it would matter. Her life was running out fast, the memories she once held was all she would know. There was no future. Only the past could she think about.

The grass tickled against her skin, the velvety texture rubbing softly against the pale flesh. Her fur bristled softly against the brisk wind blowing through the morning air. She let out a soft whinny of content, hoof dragging across the ground repeatedly. The sound of another equine approaching made her head snap up, ears flicking before turning her head over her shoulder to catch a whiff of who was approaching and whether or not the scent was familiar. "Whose there?" The old mare called out.

HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0