Dear Diary... Dec 30, 2012 19:36:03 GMT -5
Post by April Thompson on Dec 30, 2012 19:36:03 GMT -5
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Last night, the oddest thing happened. I'd decided to go out and check up on the horses - simply on a whim - when I glanced up at the sky and there... it's hard to describe, really. It looked like Aurora Borealis but on second thought I realized it couldn't be. And looking back, I don't recall being frightened, but I suppose I must have been. I mean, honestly, it was... creepy. But at the same time, I was intrigued.
So I went after those lights, on foot - bad decision, in hindsight. Oh, how sore my feet are now... but anyways. Finally, finally I reached them, and as I turned around the bend, my heart caught in my throat. She was absolutely... stunning.
There before me was one of the most magnificent creatures I've yet to gaze upon. And like anyone would upon seeing a unicorn, of all things, I rubbed my eyes and gave myself a pinch, wondering, is this a dream? But oh, it's not. It's not. She was a hefty contrast to the wild horses that stood beside her, staring at me with wide, frightened eyes. But her? No. She was still, silent, and gazed at me with the deepest of understanding. And in that moment I realized that she, too, is an outcast.
She's beautiful. Just beautiful. Pure black with a horn that radiates its silver light, heavily feathered feet, and an expression that one could never turn from... her name is Lorella. So simple, yet so elegant.
We're slowly bonding. Slowly but surely. She's an absolute dream to ride - not surprising. She's a dream to see! Her movement is wonderful, her conformation barely flawed, and her personality spotless. I love her - I really do.
Today, we returned to the place where I found her. I'd wondered if her wild friends would be there still, but alas, they weren't - well, most of them, at least. One of them came out from the trees as we approached - I sat stock-still on her back as he approached. I listened as they exchanged quiet nickers, and my heart gave a pang as he pressed his neck to her chest and blew out softly, closing his eyes for a moment. It was as if they were saying their final goodbyes, one last exchange of affection. Though I know we'll return. I wouldn't keep her away if they're what makes her happy. Of course not! That little memory keeps coming back, striking a chord in my heart and sending a smile to my face. It's definitely a moment I'll remember.