Desreal: sunday morning rain is falling; Yehl

Home?

Xanda hadn’t even thought about something so wonderful. Before the suggestion he had been prepared to just live out his life here in the forest (not knowing that he wouldn’t be able to). It wouldn’t be so bad, he had decided. The trees and undergrowth provided different interesting places for him to run and hide and explore.

But if there was somewhere else he could go – somewhere that he didn’t have to be alone and didn’t have to spend any more time searching for things that weren’t going to come back.

He scrambles up onto his legs as an immediate response to her beckoning. Those long, thin legs shake a bit but they hold out and he doesn't collapse. He was glad – he didn’t feel like falling again.

He cannot help but cast one last look around, scoping the forest. But it’s not out of home that his ghost-mother will come and take him back in. It’s more out of the need to make sure that she doesn’t, so that his earth-mother can take him home. The idea of mountains sounded strange and wonderful to the small red colt, and at last he looks back up at the “Let’s go”

XANDA
kemush and lifehouse; lightning III