Quiksilver Storm -- Paradise Beach

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Date Posted: 9:12pm 07/28/03 Mon
Author: SilverStar
Subject: Quiksilver Storm

Sterling breath of wind canters fluidly down the beach at the water's edge, waves crashing and rippling, tickling her small, perfectly shapen hooves, which barely graze the sands as she makes her way rapidly, gracefully away from the gatherings of the other equines. She needed some time alone, to think, to figure some things out, just to be, be herself, alone with the wind and the sea. The sea...the sea, the only family she'd ever known, other than the wind, which was her constant companion and her confidant. Some may think it strange to consider the wonders of the earth to have a character, but it was natural to her, she knew the wind and sea better than she knew her own self. Better than she would ever know any equine, however close she might become to them. Only those blind could not see that the wind, the sea were alive, were in Being. They were all she had ever known, there was no one else. She had grown up without equestrian company, and so, though completely horse in spirit, she was also a being of the wind, of the sea. The law of nature demanded that she perish, but in her infancy, the sea had swept her up, miraculously, close, comforting, her rock in a world of turbulence. She had no mother, no father, alive nor adoptive...the sea was all, everything. She was the only, the one Child of the Oceans, the one Daughter of the Sea. The sea, her solace, her friend, her world. A world of crashing waves, rippling waters, flying sprays, curling surf, and wild stormy beauty...much like she was, though she may not realize it. A world free and flying, a world of surging swell, a world of calling, intoxicating wonder. Her world. To here she would always belong.

She went easily on, her pace ever so swift, though a slow, leisurely one for her. Hers was the fleetness of ages, the flying, fast pace not granted to many, the speed of the Light, the Winds, and the Sea contained in this wild, free being. Her movements are light, and radiating a carefree grace, so like to those of an airy sprite. She moves quickly by on slender sooty pistons, her lightweight, finely muscled body carried easily with an elegance and careless precision. Her delicately chiseled, beautifully dished face is held high as always, but there is a restlessness in it, an discontentment. Her silken ebon streams flow, swirl out behind her in rippling midnight waves, muscles bunching and reaching effortlessly �neath the sleek hide, causing dark dapples to leap and move, raindrops of molten steel dancing on a sea of quiksilver. Dark, fiery pools with their ocean stormy depths so infinite also hold that uneasiness abnormal to her person-it was not the restlessness of needing, desiring to run, it was an unhappiness entirely different. She rears, coal-hued legs tearing, rending the air, throws her soul into a wild, calling, confiding, shuddering whinny, a clear, silvery note held on the wind, echoing to the depths of the ocean. Sea! Oh, sea! I am lost! she cries out into the swirling winds, entreating, searching. It was now that she needed her rock, her sea. She came down and stood, the wind running its cool, comforting fingers through her tangled raven tresses, soothing, soft, sweet. She stands very still, eyes closed, a broken sigh escaping the dusky lips of her tiny muzzle. Would she ever belong? She was lost, adrift, searching. She clung to her rock, her sea. ~~�Oh, sea. I can never be queen. How could I be queen? I am not of this race, this world. My world is you, the running wind, the crashing waves, the salty air, the calling gulls, the sandy beach. How could I ever be queen? There are others, far more suited to this than I. Why have I come? I don�t belong. There is no place for me here. I ought leave, leave this mighty task to one better, one right for it. I ought return, to stay here, in my home, my world�~~ The tide rolled in, curled out, rolled in, curled out rhythmically, crooning softly. ^My child�my child. Do not give up. Do not yield! You must be strong, survive, live as I have taught you. If you are not chosen, then the reigning of the lights is not your path. But if you are chosen, you are Chosen! If you are Chosen, it is your destiny, your place! You are my Child, my Daughter! I will always be here, I will wait for you. But you must follow the road that is your place. You must not give up, you know to yield is not in you! So be strong, my Daughter. And remember�I will wait for you.^ The ocean child lifted her lashes and stood, letting the wind rock her gently in its embrace, gazing into the waters of her solace, her friend, her rock, her sea.

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