lost moon; lost heart

[lilmisspony]

Again, it was the night of the full moon. And again, Luna was visiting the gathering fountain, as an almost invisible shadow of the night. Silently she crept through the shadows of the night, her small star on her forehead glowingly brightly beneath the light of the full moon.

She wonderered how long it would be, she had sworn that she would leave this place soon, but it seemed that she never would. Fore some unknown reason, she always stayed on, a shadow to the drama that seemed to exist here. But shadow was how she liked it, the mare of the moon had never liked being the center of the drama, why else would she be moving so silently about in the night?

At the fountain she saw a reflection; her reflection. She noted how one would see her as a lost and lonely heart, for it certainly seemed that from the crystal reflection of the water. Perhaps she was a lost heart, indeed, she was a lost soul, searching for a something that she never seemed to find. Him.

She disturbed the reflection with her muzzle, bending to drink the crystal water of the fountain. A dark beauty in the dark of the night.

[Swede]

ooc: Is this special or can Yrsa butt in? Only I haven't posted her in yonks, need someplace to go soon....

[lilmisspony]

post away!

[Swede]

The stocky mare looked up from her grass. Aska was off exploring somewhere, most likely; that, or back at home with their parents. But Yrsa was growing older now, and more independent. At four years old, it was high time she flew the nest. But she had not found her stallion, and was content living at home and helping out. Her heavy black forelock fell across her face, and she shook it out of her eyes. This thick plumage was useful in the cold inters of Northern Sweden, but could get in the way in summer. While her coat was a dark brown, nearly black, this stranger was as pearly as the moon itself. Not a very common color- especially in Sweden. She stretched her neck, shaking it vigorously to flip her mane back into place, and then nickered quietly. "Lovely evening, this," she said quietly, staring up at the stars. They tugged at her heartstrings, especially on a night like this one, beautiful and perfect.

[lilmisspony]

Luna looked up, slightly startled, for she had not seen the mare when she had arrived, and Luna had not heard any hoofbeats on the pebbly yet forgiving ground. Being in tune with her surroundings had always been a little talent of Luna's, and yet this mare had completely slipped her radar.

However, Luna put an effort into making sure that the other mare did not see how she was startled. Luna allowed a pause as she breifly looked the mare over. What Luna would say was going to depend on whether the mare was going to chase her or not. Short and stocky, and a similar darkness of the night, Luna thought that the mare seemed young and Kindly. More than anything, she hoped that the Mare was kindly. Luna had never coped with nasty mares. Few of the moon did.

" 'Tis a most beautiful one," Luna replied in her soft and musical voice. She had barely noticed the strange accent of the mare, for it seemed that around here, she also shared a strange accent. Soft and soothing, some would liken it to what the moon would sing had she been given a voice. Other more practical horses would have likened it to the wind among the trees on a soft summer's evening. However she did notice the mare staring at he stars. How could one not.

Luna looked up, almost tentatively, and felt the pull fo the stars calling her to dance across the lands once more. She almost swayed with memory, lost in time, and lost in dreams. Oh how she missed the past, oh how she missed what she had left. But it was all done now.

She looked at he mare, and at he stars once more... perhaps...

In her same soft voice, she asked, with a hint of despair, "did you know them too?"

[Swede]

ooc: *slaps self* I need to be awake when i post. I actually posted that Luna was white... when your signature clearly says she is the opposite. Gaah, will post this evening and fix that too.

[Swede]

Yrsa pulled her gaze away from the inky sky, to look back at the stranger. This mare seemed to be looking for a specific answer, but she did not think she could give it. "I... no, I don't think..." Quite suddenly, a thought struck her. When she was young, and traveling in a larger herd before her father's other mares were stolen, they had met a foreign traveler. That horse had claimed to be of the heavens, somehow, one of the stars. Yrsa had not understood what that meant, other than that this horse had shared a special connection to the celestial elements. Perhaps she who stood before her now was of a similar sort. It made much more sense now. The brown mare shook her head again, more slowly, less confusedly. "No, I never did... I have not felt their pull..." She loved the stars, but had never felt drawn to them, like she had been attracted to misty forests and moss-covered earth beneath the needled trees. Perhaps they weren't so different, after all. Both had a time and place in which they were most comfortable. and both were outside of it, in a foreign world. Her liquid eyes swept upwards again, then across the horizon. One day, she and her family would find their promised land, where they could live as peacefully as they longed to be, in solitude. "My name is Yrsa," she added quietly through the stillness.

[lilmisspony]

Luna nodded thoughtfully, and Looked at the brown mare with something akin to kindness, however it did not seem to be Kindness. Understanding perhaps, but even that did not fit. Few could understand the depth of the herd of the moon, occasionally even they could not understand their own depth.

Four moons could be seen that night, the sky, the lake, the eyes and the mare, all in harmony, and all it seemed to be real. But were they? Luna pondered for a moment, as was her custom, was it possible that more existed? And were they all reflections too? What about the one of the sky, was it merely a reflection of something greater? Or lesser? Luna had not expected the other mare to add to the reflections; being one to know the stars, but hope had never killed anyone.

Luna almost missed the mare's final comment, for she was so deep in her mental wanderings, but te soft voice jerked her back to reality, and the thoughts of the standard mare. Luna looked at the deep brown coat once more, perhaps one of the forest? or of the comet? It did not matter.

Looking back at the sky, Luna wistfully replied "Names do not matter, Dear Yrsa, but it is indeed a pleasure to meet you. I 'ail by the name of Luna. Lunar Eclipse. Luna allowed her voice to drift through the might before she looked at the mare, and asked "Where do you 'ail from, dear Yrsa?"

[Swede]

Yrsa shrugged. "I don't know," she said quietly. Then, quite suddenly, she shook her head exasperatedly. "That's not what I meant. I mean, I was born among humans far away, across the continent, but we were set loose by a stranger when I was barely more than a week old. My parents are both from Sweden, and I feel like I am from there too, if you know what I mean. It's the substance that makes up my heart and soul." She frowned. "But I have traveled all my life. If I feel like one of Scandinavia, but have never set foot in the place, if I was born somewhere but never lived there, if I have never settled in one place long, what does it mean? I'm from nowhere?" She snorted, frustrated. But what did it matter, where she was from? She was most likely making herself look like a dithering idiot, rambling on like this. The mare shot Luna an apologetic glance.

[flick4eva]

The black and white colt trotted into the fountain, an unexplored area to him. The colt was almost a yearling now, strong, definitive muscles budging from under his peaceful pelt. He had a shiny coat, and had survived well through the harsh winter months. The foal had followed the moon here, if that was possible. the moon He pondered. TO him, the moon had been the only stable thing in his short life. His mothers had passed, mentor unable to be seen and brother vanished. But the giant pearl in the sky had always been there. Hawkeye smiled. Ahead was a reddish mare, as well as a brown one. The reddish mare seemed to have an, air about her. Like she knew his secret and knowings....

He approached the mares, giant eyes curious. "Good evening, dear mares. I do hope I'm not intruding..." The mare was, well, he felt as if he knew her...

[lilmisspony]

Luna chuckled at the mare, for she knew exactly what she meant, Luna having beome such a wanderer as the poor, slightly confounded mare had. Luna wished to tell the mare that it was no issue to be a loner, to be a wanderer, but she was intturupted by a little shadow approaching... a young colt. Luna could see from a glance that he meant no harm, but she could sense something in his prescence... She would have to be careful around this colt, although she did not know why. Perhaps he was a secret assassin, or perhaps he knew something that would bring her down forever. Although wandering was lonely, she had never had a wish to die... well, maybe once, but that time had long past.

She looked at the colt in a not unkindly manner and spoke to him softly first, as he was the most important to address. What was it about the little one that made her so uneasy? "No, young one, we have no great meeting here, although 'tis not wise to disturb those of foreign nature upom a dark and glorious night such as this. Had you met one of poorer 'eart, you would have found your very soul ebbing away, as it washed into a dark crimson river." She hoped that her slightly uncharacteristic pessimissim would be enough to deter him. For this one was Spooky.

She turned back to the dark mare slowly, never leting her senses block the dark colt "Wandering, Dear mare, is nothing to be ashamed of. Your home, your 'ailing, 'tis of the earth, could be said."Like I am of the sky, she thought, silently. There was no need for either of them to know that, yet.

[Swede]

Yrsa turned her focus to the colt. "She's right, you know," she affirmed gravely. "IT can happen to anyone... though it's always worst for those newly brought out of captivity, and unwise to the ways and customs of wild ones." She bit her lip. That first year had not been a pleasant one for the little herd of North Swedish Horses. Only three of the original number remained together. Who knew if the others were even alive anymore? She snorted, looking back at Luna. "Perhaps for you... you intelligent, wise sorts, you find a purpose in wandering. But I'm just your typical working stock, bred to help humans, live in one place, no 'traveling' nonsense, if you get my meaning. Imagine if someone chained you to a rock on a short lead, and you never saw anything new, never could move. For me, this constant roaming is just as bad. We're adaptable types, but we thrive in stability. I'll take a hard life over an easy one any day of the week, so long as it was guaranteed to be regular and steady." There you go, rambling again. Time you found a quiet place to settle, instead of running around like a lunatic. But she didn't want to settle around here, either. There were no stallions of her similar constitution, mostly mustangs with the odd warmblood here or there, hotheaded and senseless. Hard work, was what she longed for. A place where she worked and used her body to accomplish something, then coming home to a soft bed and pile of hay at night. She had never experienced such a thing, but it was in her blood. This life made her feel useless. "Have either of you ever been with humans?" she asked suddenly. Perhaps none of this made sense to them, if they had never been captive and were not bred to be so.

[flick4eva]

He watched the mares talk in the eerie moonlight. It danced and bathed on Hawkeye's pelt, just as it did with the black mare. Her presence seemed familiar, he knew it from somewhere... The spooky words she spoke did not worry him, his mentor spoke the same way. Something snapped. The two horses dancing-could it possibly be? He did not know, and decided that he could test the mare to find out.

"Ahah, dear mare, That dark and glorious night for some may be a brilliant and magical for others, There is an appreciation within the moon, but some only recognize it. The question is, dark mare, do you?"

Hawkeye smiled. Tiger had taught him well. He turned to the other mare.

"No, but perhaps my mentor has..."

[lilmisspony]

Luna looked at the colt with round, dark and fathomless eyes. At least, Luna hoped that she was displaying her fathomless look, for inside she was absolutely terrified. This colt was going to out her! It had only taken Luna two years to decide not to let anyone new that she met in on her secret. Being princess (occasionally reffered to as goddess) of the moon was not something anyone in these lands should know. Who knew what horses would exploit her, mistaking her name for something else? Luna was wise enough to know that showing fear would give her away as plainly as telling the colt. So, she held her breath and responded to the spooky little one, in truth, but not in a direct way. Her soft tones filled the night, almost impossibly, as she said to the spooky one "All 'orses must learn to love the night and the wonders it holds, little one. For under the belly on the night, an 'orse can do what she pleases."

Luna looked directly into the colt's eye, almost challenging him to dispute her, but such a pacifist as Luna could not display a challenging eye. So instead, she turned to the dark mare, and said to her, conversationally, "the 'umans? I 'ave 'eard tales of the old worlders. Not nice ones either. I was born free, and intend to die so. What about you?"

[Swede]

Yrsa might have been a simple farm animal, but that did not make her an idiot. These two each knew something about the other, something neither was willing to share. Or perhaps her presence was putting them off? She could not tell. As for humans, well, there was a subject she knew much more about. "I have heard many accounts of human doings- most of those told by wild ones are full of fear and pain. But humans, they are not so much like that. Like horses, youget the kind ones and the vicious ones, but most fall somewhere in between." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "Take for example those who I was born with. They treated us well, and we never wanted for food, water, or shelter. We were all content living there, and had no foolish dreams of running free and all that nonsense." Whenever Yrsa heard some equid ranting on about how they were born to be wild, she could barely hide her snorts. it was a flighty, silly thing to her; a horse born and raised in captivity with no knowledge on survival without humans, suddenly breaking out and running off. They were just glory-hunters. "Yes, those humans were not bad. But another human took us away from there; I still do not know why, but I do not think he had permission from my owners. At any rate, we were not comfortable at all. Eventually he got nervous and drove into a canyon. Well, we wanted to go home back to the comfort, so we broke out. But we never found our way home..." She missed it. Her memories were few and vague, as it had been four years since and she had only been a week old. But those were fond memories, and she had not feared the two-leggeds. Her parents had told her of other kind, caring people they had met in their own lives. It seemed there was a balance, between good and evil, both among humans and horses.

[lilmisspony]

Lunar Eclipse

Luna shifted uneasily, the little black colt had not said a thing. Perhaps she could not challenge the little one, and perhaps he was a pure terror. Perhaps, but perhaps not. Luna could not bear to find out, at least if she were to excuse herself now, she would be able to cover her tracks, and let the colt continue on on his merry way. Ignorance was bliss, and Luna did not particularly wish to have the raincloud of the knowledge of the colt empty its bowels upon her. It would be a pity that she would have to leave the mare, too, for she seemed nice enough company. But such was life.

With a sideways glance, Luna politely said "The Night, she becomes late. The witching hour is upon us, and I, dear friends, must become the shadow that I so love to be. Goodnight, and goodluck". She spared no more thought for either horse, and daintily spinning on her hind legs, she trotted off into the darkness, her shadowed coat blending beautifully with that of the night. For a few seconds, the three time beat of a steady canter could be heard, and then... silence. No trace of the dark mare remained, except memory, and her soft voice upon the wind.