She sought the humid heat of territory saturated with water. Her head ached today. From the moment her slender ears acknowledged the morning bird song, her sinuses throbbed with savagery. Any turn nearly made her sick. Light was miserable. She traveled by hoof, her vertigo too unpredictble to trust with flight. Sake held no true destination in mind either. Just warmth, and water. Perhaps distance herself from the pollen floating in the air. Her entire skull was encircled with pressure.
Head hung low to assist in her tender steps across the glades. She snuffed and nibbled at sprouts of cat-tail and wild onion, hoping nourishment would ease the twist in her abdomen. Muscles clenched tighter in response. Sake sighed, lapping some silt water, and continued into the mire.
There was a concern nagging her. An unasked question, a question she was afraid to think. Instead her mind skirted around this plausible reality, tormenting her instead with the sight of dark Fen. Her elder brother did not possess her melanistic deficiency, yet his pelt maintained the sable defined by their father. A beautifully deep brown, the richest mud during the wet season. Copper ore eyes, staring at her, in heat, in disapproval, in aghast misery.
Sake shook her pelt as if to free herself from rain and instantly regretted the decision. Her breakfast followed with a few harsh wretches into water and grass. Sake moaned and swayed for a moment, before her vision managed to create definition despite the glare of sun. She needed shelter. Someplace to lay, and nurture her headache. Repositioning her resting wings, the doe altered her direction towards a collection of massive cyprus, spying numerous odd shapes in the emerald shadows. Stone formations. Sake whimpered a bit of relief, her steps increasing to a sluggish trot.
Head hung low to assist in her tender steps across the glades. She snuffed and nibbled at sprouts of cat-tail and wild onion, hoping nourishment would ease the twist in her abdomen. Muscles clenched tighter in response. Sake sighed, lapping some silt water, and continued into the mire.
There was a concern nagging her. An unasked question, a question she was afraid to think. Instead her mind skirted around this plausible reality, tormenting her instead with the sight of dark Fen. Her elder brother did not possess her melanistic deficiency, yet his pelt maintained the sable defined by their father. A beautifully deep brown, the richest mud during the wet season. Copper ore eyes, staring at her, in heat, in disapproval, in aghast misery.
Sake shook her pelt as if to free herself from rain and instantly regretted the decision. Her breakfast followed with a few harsh wretches into water and grass. Sake moaned and swayed for a moment, before her vision managed to create definition despite the glare of sun. She needed shelter. Someplace to lay, and nurture her headache. Repositioning her resting wings, the doe altered her direction towards a collection of massive cyprus, spying numerous odd shapes in the emerald shadows. Stone formations. Sake whimpered a bit of relief, her steps increasing to a sluggish trot.