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tamingthemuseTitle: Morning Musing
Fandom: Endeavorous (Original)
Prompt: #327 Rough
Character(s): Brinley Dempsey
Genre(s): General Reminiscing
Rating: G
Word Count: 864
Summary: Brinley was brought into a world of wonder many years ago, and on this morning, she begins to recall her incredible journey that's brought her to love these creatures so dearly
Notes: Tentative beginning segment for a story I'm planning, Endeavorous
Morning Musing
Their origins are unknown. Rumors of evolved forms sprouted from the eastern regions, but no evidence has been grounded. They could have once been legends – myths carried through generations. No one knows for sure just where they came from, but their imprint on the world is absolute.
A giant compared to other creatures, they stand proudly, run gallantly across great and wide passages, and yet, despite their free spirited nature, they remain true to those who care for them. Be a friend to them for their relatively short life, and they will carry you through storms you couldn’t survive in on your own strength.
I never knew of these animals until I left home and I was introduced to the freedom they could grant me just by being astride them. Sure, I was afraid of them at first, but when the mother of my adventure’s beginning looked me straight in the eye, I knew I had nothing to fear. In the end, she gave me the greatest gift I could have ever received – her daughter – Endeavorous.
On a morning like this, I look out at the expanse left to me and the blessings I have been granted. Years of work and achievement have created an abundant source of liberty and joy for many others during the life I’ve spent here. Many friends, both human and non alike have indeed come and gone, but all have played an important part in the development of this heaven on earth. I couldn’t be more grateful to those who gave up their time to build and live here, for I certainly never could have done it alone.
I look down at my shaking legs, telling them to carry me from the porch and to the grass that is fresh with the morning dew. Each step causes me great strain these days, but to miss out on a beautiful day like this when I used to never know such glory is something I won’t rob myself of due to a few aches and pains.
As I walk, my cane weakly stabbing at the ground, I take in my surroundings as if it was for the first time. In the near distance is the bright red and white stable that was once faded and in bad need of repair. The previous owner lacked the necessary funds to shine up the place, because his interests lied with something far more important – something I didn’t understand at all until I came here to live when I was eighteen.
Ronald Wolfe was a great and inspiring man who showed me the way to building something amazing out of myself. Though we had few pieces to work with, I learned with steady time and patience to become who I am now. I am forever in his debt for giving me this gift of accomplishment.
I can feel my legs beginning to quiver more than normal as I near the white rail fence. I push myself to make the short distance and finally do with an exhausted sigh of relief. But I don’t let the need for air and rest take away the moment, because out in the distance I see the recently born colt start to make his way towards me, nickering softly to voice his approval.
When he, too, makes it to the fence, he lifts his head as high as he can so that my wrinkled hand can gently rub the baby fur of his face. He whinnies quietly, happy for the contact. This sound prompts his mother to approach at a quicker pace, having been disrupted from her morning grazing to see what her baby is up to. Her ears perk when she notices that I’ve come to see them and quickens her pace more to meet my hand as well for a few relaxing moments.
“Good morning to you both, my darlings,” I say, voice rattling since it is the first time I’ve used it today. The colt’s mother nuzzles at the joint in my elbow, as if sensing the pain there and I smile. “One day you’ll have old and achy bones, too, Patty.”
Pattern’s always preferred her nickname of “Patty”, mostly I figure because she caught the joke I was making when I named her. For her sake, I haven’t named her son yet, who happened to be a break in the “pattern” of females at last on this farm. Since he was born, I’ve merely called him “baby”. But a proper name for him has eluded me for the last two weeks since he was foaled; it has to be something as promising and inspiring as his forebears.
His forebears… the mother of his mother, and then her mother, and hers as well. Everything on this farm could be traced back to the tough and determined mothers he would now bear the lineage of. Of course, he has no idea that he’s meant to carry on such a formidable legacy, but I think he knows that pride runs deep in his veins, his bones and in his spirit. He’ll carry on the great endeavor his predecessors have set before him in the years to come.
Fandom: Endeavorous (Original)
Prompt: #327 Rough
Character(s): Brinley Dempsey
Genre(s): General Reminiscing
Rating: G
Word Count: 864
Summary: Brinley was brought into a world of wonder many years ago, and on this morning, she begins to recall her incredible journey that's brought her to love these creatures so dearly
Notes: Tentative beginning segment for a story I'm planning, Endeavorous
Their origins are unknown. Rumors of evolved forms sprouted from the eastern regions, but no evidence has been grounded. They could have once been legends – myths carried through generations. No one knows for sure just where they came from, but their imprint on the world is absolute.
A giant compared to other creatures, they stand proudly, run gallantly across great and wide passages, and yet, despite their free spirited nature, they remain true to those who care for them. Be a friend to them for their relatively short life, and they will carry you through storms you couldn’t survive in on your own strength.
I never knew of these animals until I left home and I was introduced to the freedom they could grant me just by being astride them. Sure, I was afraid of them at first, but when the mother of my adventure’s beginning looked me straight in the eye, I knew I had nothing to fear. In the end, she gave me the greatest gift I could have ever received – her daughter – Endeavorous.
On a morning like this, I look out at the expanse left to me and the blessings I have been granted. Years of work and achievement have created an abundant source of liberty and joy for many others during the life I’ve spent here. Many friends, both human and non alike have indeed come and gone, but all have played an important part in the development of this heaven on earth. I couldn’t be more grateful to those who gave up their time to build and live here, for I certainly never could have done it alone.
I look down at my shaking legs, telling them to carry me from the porch and to the grass that is fresh with the morning dew. Each step causes me great strain these days, but to miss out on a beautiful day like this when I used to never know such glory is something I won’t rob myself of due to a few aches and pains.
As I walk, my cane weakly stabbing at the ground, I take in my surroundings as if it was for the first time. In the near distance is the bright red and white stable that was once faded and in bad need of repair. The previous owner lacked the necessary funds to shine up the place, because his interests lied with something far more important – something I didn’t understand at all until I came here to live when I was eighteen.
Ronald Wolfe was a great and inspiring man who showed me the way to building something amazing out of myself. Though we had few pieces to work with, I learned with steady time and patience to become who I am now. I am forever in his debt for giving me this gift of accomplishment.
I can feel my legs beginning to quiver more than normal as I near the white rail fence. I push myself to make the short distance and finally do with an exhausted sigh of relief. But I don’t let the need for air and rest take away the moment, because out in the distance I see the recently born colt start to make his way towards me, nickering softly to voice his approval.
When he, too, makes it to the fence, he lifts his head as high as he can so that my wrinkled hand can gently rub the baby fur of his face. He whinnies quietly, happy for the contact. This sound prompts his mother to approach at a quicker pace, having been disrupted from her morning grazing to see what her baby is up to. Her ears perk when she notices that I’ve come to see them and quickens her pace more to meet my hand as well for a few relaxing moments.
“Good morning to you both, my darlings,” I say, voice rattling since it is the first time I’ve used it today. The colt’s mother nuzzles at the joint in my elbow, as if sensing the pain there and I smile. “One day you’ll have old and achy bones, too, Patty.”
Pattern’s always preferred her nickname of “Patty”, mostly I figure because she caught the joke I was making when I named her. For her sake, I haven’t named her son yet, who happened to be a break in the “pattern” of females at last on this farm. Since he was born, I’ve merely called him “baby”. But a proper name for him has eluded me for the last two weeks since he was foaled; it has to be something as promising and inspiring as his forebears.
His forebears… the mother of his mother, and then her mother, and hers as well. Everything on this farm could be traced back to the tough and determined mothers he would now bear the lineage of. Of course, he has no idea that he’s meant to carry on such a formidable legacy, but I think he knows that pride runs deep in his veins, his bones and in his spirit. He’ll carry on the great endeavor his predecessors have set before him in the years to come.
