Wild-Cherry
Make me want it.
Aslyn hung onto Donavans words, eyeing the falcon as he spoke. The bird looked so very content there. for a second she was jealous that she had no one like that, who would or could willingly follow her. She shut her somber eyes and then gazed at the ground smiling softly. she thought the stupidest things sometimes. She blushed, realizing how incredibly fickle she was. She was envious of a bird. She managed to softly laugh this off and looked back up at Donovan's intense eyes. She caught his gaze and studied it. She did admire his pride, and dedication as well. She had a feleing he had beem through alot, and had an excellent sense of similarity with the animal of his own DNA, his own name. Aslyn looked back at the paddock, where the horses had moved along. She remembered back then, the first person who had learnt of her 'condition'. It wa sa young nurse working under her doctor. She was kind, and thought what was happening was wrong.
' Aslyn, you shouldn't be so worried about all this. You're only sick! You've already got an ulser. The doctors will take care of you. '
'....'
' Oh, come on A.J. Don't give me the silent treatment now.'
The young woman reached over, gently tousling the young girls short, choppy black hair. The nurse looked into her eyes then. It was odd. When the girl had come, they were a deep, sapphire color. Beautiful. Recently, they had turned to a deep liquid chestnut. Her hair was also much lighter too, almost blonde. Now it was as black as pitch. She sighed, concerened, and looked at the child. She then turne dfor a moment and presented her with a small pepper mint, which the young girl took. She kept a sad face plastered on as she chewed it. Cara, as the child would later ifnd the nurses name to be , smiled, and spoke to her in a gentle, kind voice.
' You know, I show horses. They are wonderful, amazing creatures. Elegant and graceful in every way. They are strong, intelligent, and beautiful. Like you, Aslyn. Youre strong and beautiful too. Im jealous, in fact. Who wouldn't want to be crossed wiht such a creature as the horse?
Aslyn smiled then. For the first time, in about 3 years, she smiled. Then she asked if Cara would take her to see the horses. Cara happily obliged, and they shared a wonderful afternoon at the stables. Cara was amazed at how even the unruliest of horses bonded instantly to Aslyn, and protectivly guarded her from even the slightest threats.
That was the last day of Cara's life.
At the funeral, Aslyn stood back. Men in black suits stood beside her, as she watched from a distance. After that she fought back atthe doctors, just like she had seen the horses do when they where upset. She heald her pride, and stood strong. The doctors returned her to her single mother when she was 11, who could not have cared less. Then , following again the lead of the horses she had met, she took a stand and left.
Aslyn gazed off distantly untill she felt Donovan's hand touch her hair softly. A chill ran down her spine and she recoiled for a moment, unprepared. She stepped forward once more, smiling at him apologetically. She then let her eyes follow his to the others.
" We should get out of here. Lets just go, they can follow if they care for their lives. I can drive, and I know where theres a van we can take. "
She looked around.
" though we may need two..."
It almost seemed she had taken on a seperate personality, but that was simply her nature. Strong willed but quick to jjudge, sometimes nervous, at other times bold. As she walked off she heard a faint nicker in the distance, and she smiled.