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Music suggestion: "With You" by Matt Simons - Instrumental version by Florence van Zadel
Honest where I start from

I try and impart my wisdom

a combination of truth and fear

That's the way it's always been

my father and his before him

At times we hurt the ones we love so dear

I'll be with you, I'll be waiting for you

on the other side

on the other side

And the winds that blow they'll guide you home,

get you through the night

get you through the night

It'll all be right

Featuring Endymion 46 .

"I am dreaming.

I know that I am, for the places I visit and the things I see have since long been lost and forsaken.
The world has gone quiet, silenced by the snowy blanket Heaven has laid upon it so it can rest before spring. And yet my hooves tread upon lush meadows; I can smell the flowers, and the sunlight warms my body. The wind plays with my silver locks and entangles them with yours.
We were both Children of the Night, and so we often wandered around at sunset and waited for the night to fall, greeting the first stars and singing hymns to the Moon and dirges to the day. You often picked flowers, and I sometimes picked roses and offered them to you. You smiled, and we both laid us in the still warm grass, bathed in the light of the upcoming dusk.  You rested against me, and I asked about your day. You told me your fears and secrets, the small things that made you happy. I weaved stories for you, and you listened to them with delight, making all the choirs of Mount Olympus resonate within my very heart and soul whenever I succeeded in making you smile, or even laugh. Sometimes we would just lay there and be silent, enjoying the other´s presence only. On rare occasions I could feel your head grow heavy on my side; you had fallen asleep, and I watched your slumber until the stars appeared on the heavenly vaults.
When I wake, the meadows are gone. Straw covers the ground; it is warm and dry. I have indulged in these human hospitalities – they do take very good care of us and treat us with respect, and we repay them with equal respect and loyalty. The Gods blessed me with an old friend´s presence and have gifted me two daughters – you would love them. However it seems I have become weary of the idea of travelling. The world outside of these stables is dangerous and for vast parts unknown to me. Even though we are two adults to watch them, I do not want my babes to get into any harm only because I am chasing a potentially idle dream.
The Golden Age on Mount Olympus is long gone. The Gods have forsaken us, chased us away…and it seems to me you had forsaken me long before the rest of the Gods did. You traded my love, loyalty and companionship for the smiles and promises of a young prince, and I never complained because my major concern has always been your happiness, and he succeeded in making you happy. But if I managed to come back to our old home, if I achieved that journey with all its trials and perils…would you then still have me? Has the love of said prince not made me redundant to you? I could as well live a peaceful life with my children here…
Please forgive me, my Goddess. It seems winter is laying heavy upon my mind.  Just tell me I have not yet become expendable to you, that my hopes are not futile, that my dreams are not in vain. Just one word, one sign, anything…
I will be waiting, forever yours."

Reference for the horse by BlueBird-Stock
Reference for the lady by the-faces-of-jim

Design © PolarisAstrum

© Cloudrunner64

Description
The background of this piece is available as free-to-use piece. Go grab it here !

On tumblr: sweetlittlevampire.tumblr.com/…

Music suggestion: "With You" by Matt Simons - Instrumental version by Florence van Zadel
Honest where I start from

I try and impart my wisdom

a combination of truth and fear

That's the way it's always been

my father and his before him

At times we hurt the ones we love so dear

I'll be with you, I'll be waiting for you

on the other side

on the other side

And the winds that blow they'll guide you home,

get you through the night

get you through the night

It'll all be right

Featuring Endymion 46 .

"I am dreaming.

I know that I am, for the places I visit and the things I see have since long been lost and forsaken.
The world has gone quiet, silenced by the snowy blanket Heaven has laid upon it so it can rest before spring. And yet my hooves tread upon lush meadows; I can smell the flowers, and the sunlight warms my body. The wind plays with my silver locks and entangles them with yours.
We were both Children of the Night, and so we often wandered around at sunset and waited for the night to fall, greeting the first stars and singing hymns to the Moon and dirges to the day. You often picked flowers, and I sometimes picked roses and offered them to you. You smiled, and we both laid us in the still warm grass, bathed in the light of the upcoming dusk.  You rested against me, and I asked about your day. You told me your fears and secrets, the small things that made you happy. I weaved stories for you, and you listened to them with delight, making all the choirs of Mount Olympus resonate within my very heart and soul whenever I succeeded in making you smile, or even laugh. Sometimes we would just lay there and be silent, enjoying the other´s presence only. On rare occasions I could feel your head grow heavy on my side; you had fallen asleep, and I watched your slumber until the stars appeared on the heavenly vaults.
When I wake, the meadows are gone. Straw covers the ground; it is warm and dry. I have indulged in these human hospitalities – they do take very good care of us and treat us with respect, and we repay them with equal respect and loyalty. The Gods blessed me with an old friend´s presence and have gifted me two daughters – you would love them. However it seems I have become weary of the idea of travelling. The world outside of these stables is dangerous and for vast parts unknown to me. Even though we are two adults to watch them, I do not want my babes to get into any harm only because I am chasing a potentially idle dream.
The Golden Age on Mount Olympus is long gone. The Gods have forsaken us, chased us away…and it seems to me you had forsaken me long before the rest of the Gods did. You traded my love, loyalty and companionship for the smiles and promises of a young prince, and I never complained because my major concern has always been your happiness, and he succeeded in making you happy. But if I managed to come back to our old home, if I achieved that journey with all its trials and perils…would you then still have me? Has the love of said prince not made me redundant to you? I could as well live a peaceful life with my children here…
Please forgive me, my Goddess. It seems winter is laying heavy upon my mind.  Just tell me I have not yet become expendable to you, that my hopes are not futile, that my dreams are not in vain. Just one word, one sign, anything…
I will be waiting, forever yours."

Reference for the horse by BlueBird-Stock
Reference for the lady by the-faces-of-jim

Design © PolarisAstrum

© Cloudrunner64