SMASHED BIRDS:

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Through a plume of sulfur and silvery sheen, he recreated the cast of her face. Then the fine, supple curve of her mouth. The smile that often visited the gentle stitches, whispering gentle musings and lullabies, and the things that mothers say to their smallest children with love. Fivel drew her figment within the spew and the hiss, her voice a rasp as it peralized, solidified, wept. In the night, the North star became her shining eye: she saw everything and nothing. She didn't exist, except in the torturous bending of his mind, but she was still as beautiful as all who knew her warmth would remember. The Cocubine. The Gold Lady. Lightness in a bottle of wheat-yellow skin and sundrop, starry eyes. Fivel remembered her now for the sake of choking on his own heart swallowed - Penelope, his mother, had been dead for five years this midnight, and the stallion mourned soberly, silent and zealous. A petrified stone of worship "I'm sorry" and memory "I never said goodbye."

* shortastical. e_e However, short is nice. Short posts good with you, Notes?

[Notes]

Marcalie

It had been a long time since she thought of Mother. But when she did, she thought mostly about the present -- how she was most likely dead than anything else. Rarely did she thank her for raising her or teaching her the ways of a gentle filly. Those were the things most horses commonly forget to think about after they leave their families. But today, Marcalie was in a rather depressed mood -- one she haven't been in for a very long time. When she did, she did not have a smile but had a rather a gloomy personality. She could not keep her mind off her mother -- the mare who had done so much for her, who had made her the way she was. Memories: those were the things that she needed from her dam. She could not remember the last time she saw the mare. The last picture in her mind of her mother was a small, feeble, sickly creature standing in the Freelands. Nothing else. She had never said goodbye to the old mare. Was she selfish that she left so that her life would once more, be perfect? After all, her dam had taught her that was the only way to be happy in life. Looking up from her path, she saw a horse in the distance but he seemed to be caught in his own thoughts. The mare continued walking, hoping that the stallion would just ignore her as she walked past. Normally, she would run up to a horse to greet them, but on that day, she wasn't in the mood to meet anyone.

occ: yeah it's fine and the title makes me think of angry birds xD