[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by A r n l e i f on March 4, 2009, 8:28 pm A rnleif
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Than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
Well this place just ain't got right air right now.
I am alone, as I made it so. I lye beside the sapling and as the pain shutters through me, as it has been every so often, I know it is almost time. I wince, and ignore the pain lying on my side with labored breathing. My earth, our earth (though for not much longer) surges through me and the field suddenly erupts beneath the starry sky, the previously snow ridden and dead grass shoots up and continues to grow several feet; many different wild flowers and flora bearing bushes fallow. My breathing quickens and the time between the pain flashes are diminishing. It's coming.
I break out in sweat, and steam rises around me in the frosty night. There are no screams, only heavy breathing and pained moans. Much time passes, how much i do not know, however it is too long in my eyes. the pain is excruciating. However, as the foal leaves my hindquarters there is finally an earth shattering scream and the earth begins to shudder. The sapling beside me then shoots up growing, unfurling, and in a pink burst a japanese cherry tree hovers above us, yet, this is not the only thing, at the edge of the field where it meets the woods the earth has risen and a vertical slab of stone marks this spot... The spot of My baby boy... Torrin's field.
I cradle His small form and clean his slick body. As I sit in bliss sheltering his poor cold body, I am free (if only for a short time) of the anger and sadness that have latched onto my heart like a leech. There is only tenderness and Relief... Yet it stir beneath my skin. I will bring him to her, She will know.
7 year old paint 17hh. draft mix
Scholar of Legend
Teacher of Andarin
Earth III
Played by Indeh
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