
There was no other way to say it; Elizabeth was glowing. Some of that glow might have been due to the bright sunshine, but most of it was due to the mare herself. Everything about her radiated happiness and contentment; if asked, she would cheerfully tell anyone how wonderful her life was, right at this moment.
Sure, there were some things she would happily change. The morning sun on the Lowland meadow was beautiful, but it was a far cry from the sweeping majesty of the Summit. It was a shocking truth, but this proper Lowland mare had fallen in love with the mountains, and everything about them. She missed the home she and Ambroise had made in the Summit, missed seeing the other members of the herd, missed seeing her beloved sons. She missed her work and her responsibilities, and she missed running up to chat with Yei, or down to see Azzinoth when she wanted a medical opinion. Yes, she missed the Summit...
But she was pretty darn happy right here. Liz might be a Summit mare now, but the Lowlands had been her home for a long time before that. She had learned so much during her time with the Kawani people, and she had loved the abundance of grasses, fruit, and flowers that she'd always taken for granted. She had loved Cajji.
A small shadow crossed Elizabeth's face as she thought of the friend who had meant so much to her, who had done so much for her. Elizabeth had been a possession before Cajji, but the Kawani woman had treated her as a friend and companion, not an object. She had let her do as she would, even when that lead Elizabeth to the high slopes, far away from the Kawani village. She would always be grateful to Cajji, and she would always miss her.
It was because of Cajji that she had left the slopes, even if she was too late to do more than provide her friend with a proper burial. But what she had seen in the Lowlands had filled her with a sense of determination she hadn't felt in years; a determination to be of USE. Elizabeth knew she was a valued member of the Summit, but they didn't need her right now, not like the Kawani did. Not like the innumerable Kawani and Soquili, harmed in some way by the drought and fire. So she had resolved to stay on and help as she could, and she had...
With one small factor making it all wonderful, and leading to her current state of happiness. It had been months now, and she still found herself in awe of that one fact: he had come after her.
Epine de Rose