WELL DONE, SNOWFALL
It’s warm.
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A sensation that you thought you would never like, but here its nice. There are two bodies next to you, one big, one small. The small one was nudging at you, and you take a deep breath. That’s Scylla’s scent. The scent of fresh grass and tree bark. And another scent you don’t recognize. Perhaps flowers? What do flowers smell like?
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“Mr. Snowfall! You’re okay!” Her voice was quivering. Had she been crying? Worried sick about a stranger she just met? Your head hurts, but you open your eyes still to see her pink nose in your face.
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“You saved me- again!” As you open your eyes more, you realize that you’re not in your habitat. You’re in a small forest clearing- green leaves and plants cloud your vision and you’re confused. “Where am I?”
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“You’re in my territory.” Scylla snickered, lifting her lips to laugh at you. Ah, I get it. You think, cracking a small smile.
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The other warm body beside you stood up, and another equid entered your vision and your heart stopped. A mare with a grayish brown coat with light, wispy quipping and silky black mane turned to face you with gorgeous amber eyes. You no longer have words. Is this the “Saudade” that called for Scylla earlier?
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“Thank you for saving my little sister.” She said, bowing her head. Her voice was silky smooth. “I know she’s a handful.”
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“It’s fine…” Speaking is difficult all of a sudden. She must’ve been the flower scent. “I should… go home.” You say, awkwardly standing up.
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“Back to the mountain top?!” Scylla got on her hind legs to face him. “But you’re all alone there aren’t you? Aren’t you lonely? It’s so cold!”
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“Scylla, that’s not polite.” Saudade gently grabbed her scruff and back her away from you. “Maybe he likes it there. No judging.”
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“I’m sorry, I just like him.” Scylla apologized, her eyes turning sad. “He’s so funny and nice!”
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“I see.” Saudade then made eye contact with you as your eyes wandered, your heart skipping a beat as she smiled. “Well Snowfall, you’re welcome to visit any time. We live in the middle of the valley in Mountain Glade.”
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“Ah, thanks.” You nod, taken aback by their kindness. Their friendly eyes contrasted with the only other eyes you knew. Your mother’s.
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“I will go back now. Goodbye.” You say. You need some time to reflect- which is thankfully easy in the mountains by yourself. But is that what you want?