The Last Leaf

Nineave Roscorro slowed with Nineave and told her of his first home in the Rift. He comforted with the touch on her cheek. Though she knew that she could always return to her homeland, hearing Roscorro say it was reassuring. The sun sank lower behind them. Into the sea beyond sight. He spoke of temporary residence with his herd, while Nineave looked back towards the ocean. When she heard his comment, she looked sharply at him. "I made a promise to my mother long ago to never take back what I said to anyone, and I never have. I am most certainly not going to start now. I am going to see that lovely city of yours and I am not turning back." Nineave blushed. Her sternness faded. That was the side of Nineave that her mother had called her father's  genes. Nineave was just a stubborn and shy mare who couldn't control her emotions. A deep hollow came up on the side of a hill to her right. "Why don't we stop for the night over there?" With a renewed gentleness, she motioned to the dip in the Earth that would provide protection from the storm that was coming. She looked at Roscorro with exhaustion in her eyes. "Talk" Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower, But only so an hour.

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