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by Roman Empire Mon Jun 04, 2012 12:39 am
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A garden, how perfect, how suiting. Such a pretty place to behold, a wonderous space to find herself in. Everything was thick with fragrance, from the sweet smelling roses of a light golden color dipped in pink to the plain white gardenias whose sent was warm and soft like a summer day. How that simple white flower could hold the fragrance of an entire season. And the bees would sound as they flew from flower to flower, landing on the azalias and hibiscus bushes to spread the pollen. Brightly colored humming birds flitted behind them, wings moving so quickly they were barely seen. Squirrels scattered bark about as they raced up and down the Dog Wood trees, whose small white and pink flowers would break free and float in the wind like cherry blossoms. The world was so alive here, so full of joy and happiness.
And she could not find peace in any of it.
The large black mare would stop to smell another small grouping of overgrown flower bushes, searching for the same extatic feeling of summer that she had once known. The fragrance filled her velvet nostrils, but nothing came of it. Just a bitter reminder of better days seen in a world so very far from here. It was a wonder she survived at all. She may have stood at a staggering 17 hands, but she looked so much smaller with her head hanging low and such a look of dispair on her face. This place was supposed to make her feel better. Being in the wild was supposed to be her ticket to happiness. And so, as it seemed the custom of wild mares, she came here in her time of heat. She didn't get it, though. How could letting some complete stranger change her life forever make her happy? Destroy this bitter agony and bring back the summer?
"They are all crazy." She muttered, her soft shallow voice muffled from the gardenia flower she had been smelling next. "Raving mad." She spoke again, feeling the need to after finally breaking the silence she had kept up for so long. It had probably been weeks since she had said her last word, a short conversation with a dying old mare who had told her of this place. How it had changed her life for the better. How it made everyone happy. She highly doubted that statement. But this Friesian was running out of ideas; she was beginning to feel like she would never feel happiness again.
Like she would always be empty.
A garden, how perfect, how suiting. Such a pretty place to behold, a wonderous space to find herself in. Everything was thick with fragrance, from the sweet smelling roses of a light golden color dipped in pink to the plain white gardenias whose sent was warm and soft like a summer day. How that simple white flower could hold the fragrance of an entire season. And the bees would sound as they flew from flower to flower, landing on the azalias and hibiscus bushes to spread the pollen. Brightly colored humming birds flitted behind them, wings moving so quickly they were barely seen. Squirrels scattered bark about as they raced up and down the Dog Wood trees, whose small white and pink flowers would break free and float in the wind like cherry blossoms. The world was so alive here, so full of joy and happiness.
And she could not find peace in any of it.
The large black mare would stop to smell another small grouping of overgrown flower bushes, searching for the same extatic feeling of summer that she had once known. The fragrance filled her velvet nostrils, but nothing came of it. Just a bitter reminder of better days seen in a world so very far from here. It was a wonder she survived at all. She may have stood at a staggering 17 hands, but she looked so much smaller with her head hanging low and such a look of dispair on her face. This place was supposed to make her feel better. Being in the wild was supposed to be her ticket to happiness. And so, as it seemed the custom of wild mares, she came here in her time of heat. She didn't get it, though. How could letting some complete stranger change her life forever make her happy? Destroy this bitter agony and bring back the summer?
"They are all crazy." She muttered, her soft shallow voice muffled from the gardenia flower she had been smelling next. "Raving mad." She spoke again, feeling the need to after finally breaking the silence she had kept up for so long. It had probably been weeks since she had said her last word, a short conversation with a dying old mare who had told her of this place. How it had changed her life for the better. How it made everyone happy. She highly doubted that statement. But this Friesian was running out of ideas; she was beginning to feel like she would never feel happiness again.
Like she would always be empty.
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