|My lady Amalthea|
Artist/19/self taught/♐ /F/Single
Sfw/Nsfw will be posted here.
all the things in your life you are grateful for, you will be amazed at the never ending thoughts that come back to you of more things to be grateful for. You have to make a start, and then the law of attraction will receive those grateful thoughts and give you more just like them.
Frustration was the lightly way to put it as she looked at the Argues shrine. She released a cool sigh flattening her ears against her head, “Guide me please lord. I want to understand why he was never here.” her voice echoed back against her own ears with a silent reply of nothing.
As Inca finally started to learn her footing she started to become a rambunctious foal. She was finding every little mess to get into. Either the paint or the sand this filly made a mess. When there is a paint trail or wet sand follow it. They would most likely find the source. Inca over time learned how to talk her brothers out of not sell her out to their mother. If it was mom who found her Inca endured the stern talking to, even if she never really listened.
Paint that was the one think the filly got into the most. She always adored watching the artist in her paint. She dreamed of becoming an artist as she would watch them paint the sea. If she could not be found at the artist's she would often take gather shells when the tide would low. She always liked watching her mother string them together. Making either necklace or crowns.
As the appaloosa filly learned from the artist and her mother she to started to learn the panting skills, as well as the stringing of shells from her mother. As time went on Inca grew older. Her brothers at her side as she grew into a learning teenager. That is when she started to learn her traits of being fair and observant.
As the day neared for the birth Inca had become scared. She started to fear that her brothers would no longer have any use for her. Her fear of the new foal made her family take notice as she would throw herself into her panting or shell stringing. Some of her pieces came out to be beautiful while some came out stress related.
Her mother would approach her one night as it was time to rest as she spoke, “My dear daughter what has you so frightened?” her mother's voice was cool and relaxing as Inca looked up at her mum she sighs, “I fear that once the new baby is born my brother will have nothing to do with me.” she expressed her concerns to her mother.
When laughter came from the elder mares chest Inca looked pained at her mother's laughter. Soon the elder mare spoke words of wisdom, “My dear yes your brother's are grown and have mates now but that does not mean they do not love you. You are their baby sister and they love you. No matter what comes your brothers will always love you.”
As Inca looked into her mother's deep sapphire blue eyes the young mare calmed down and smiled at her, “Thank you.” Inca leaned up to nuzzle her mother as she laid back down to get a nights of rest.
A little to soon Inca was turning nineteen. She was more than excited as she soon started to pray to the God of wisdom. After an encounter she had started to believe that the gods were real.
A little to soon she shook off the memory and headed for the row of shops. Greeting everyone nicely the mare searches for the silk and thread. Maybe she could question the seamstress for a few lessons. It wasn't to long before Inca found herself along the shore line that she used to hunt for her own shells. Closing her eyes as she leaned into the sea breeze, she released a soft and quiet sigh.
Fixed on the sea breeze she was unaware of the foals who came barreling into her. With a gasp of surprise the mare stumbled as she looked to see what happened. Two foals who seemed to be in a heated argument both stood to knock heads together as the three insults at one another. Blinking she felt her chest tighten at the sound if the argument. She stood up and shook herself of sand as she softly interrupted the bickering foals, “What seems to be the problem?” she lowered her head to their level to listen to them.
The story starts, the young colt believed that he was faster than the filly due to gender. The filly didn't like his assumption. As she listened to the two both sides clear she spoke, “Anyone can be fast. Gender does not play a role in ones body build. If you let silly words get to you then you can't really listen to criticism.” both young foals looked at Inca and nosed as they soon apologized to one another as went along to skip and play in the sand. Soon Inca found herself at the seamstress speaking the questions she had and learning about each thread and fabric.
As they finished the lesson the sun was dipping behind the horizon. Inca said her goodbyes leaving with the material she needed for the baby blanket. She had landed so much today she was quite proud, but tomorrow is a new day to learn something more. Who known what will be brought on by tomorrow's adventure’s!
To Be Continued...