the way home : Wicked
Posted by slv.Ilium on March 4, 2009, 10:48 pm
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- She's too tired to notice her mother's approach; the earth hushes itself for her own benefit, watching in quiet pride as its child tends to her children. Excelsior struggles to his feet first, legs splayed, shuddering with effort. His eyes are beryl-green like his mother's. Iahhel mewls a quiet complaint, and Ilium nudges her. The world is hardly fair, child. Time to get up now. Within moments the pale girl climbs up, and soon the two find milk. The forest clearing grows quiet, with only the contented sighs of the foals to accompany the wind in the branches.
- Then, she hears a familiar voice. The warrior-mare peers into the trees, searching for the source, until at last she spots her mother tangled with the shadows. "Mother," she says, and a smile warms the heaviness in her eyes. "Of course I am real. Come meet your grandchildren." They interrupt their suckling only to glance, ears pricked, at the ambiguous dark form. "I have so much to tell you," she says with a sigh and another rueful smile. Slowly, as if just remembering how, wildflowers bloom in her mane. Ilium stretches her muzzle out towards her mother, unwilling to stray from her tiny children, but desperate for a mother's touch. It has been so long.
ILIUM
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness: |
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