``wish upon a star [Hud]

[Scarlette]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,475,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#FFF8C6; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px;] It had been nearly a year since her son’s death. While time healed the wounds, her heart still ached from the loss. She knew she hadn’t been entirely herself since Leon’s death, either. She had withdrawn from Hoss and his other mares, preferring to be by herself more often than not. She told herself it was to deal with the trauma of losing her only child. That’s what she kept telling herself, even know, as emerald green eyes stared up at the starry sky, even if it was just a big fat lie. She didn’t think she could handle facing the truth, anyways. ---------------------------------------- Status: Complete Word Count: Short post, ahoy! Music: xx Muse: Eh. Notes: xx "Amelia Speech"

[Hud Levine]

Hostetler hadn't seen Amelia in a worrisome amount of time. She'd been in mourning for almost a year and though Hoss also missed Leon, he felt it was time to end the funk they both were in. The Safehouse wasn't too far off; she'd be there, surely.

It wasn't long before he came upon the natural stone structure. Amelia was easy to spot - her pale coat a great contrast against the dark rock walls. He approached her at a relaxed pace. "Whass goin' on, sha?" he said calmly and sweetly with a smile.

[Scarlette]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,475,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#FFF8C6; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px;] The mare’s pale ears twisted, turning slightly to catch the sounds of hooves on stone. However, her gaze never left the night sky. She knew well enough who had come seeking her out. He always came to her, from time to time, despite dealing with the loss of Leon in his own way. It was an endearing trait of the black and chestnut stallion that she had come to admire, even if it had irritated her at first. “He wouldn’t want us sad, you know?” she asked, indirectly adverting answering his question. “Ah can imagine his darlin’ face givin’ us the biggest frown he could muster, goin’ on about how we can’t be sad anymore,” she continued, her emerald colored gaze finally dropping down to look at Hoss directly. She fell quiet for a moment, as if pondering on something. “Ah don’t want to be sad anymore,” she confessed quietly, her voice choking slightly as she spoke. ---------------------------------------- Status: Complete Word Count: Short post, ahoy! Music: xx Muse: Eh. Notes: xx "Amelia Speech"

[Hud Levine]

Her words were labored; not the way she spoke them, but the meanings themselves. Just the thought of how it had happened had laid heavy on Hoss' shoulders for the past few seasons. Every time his blue and brown eyes drifted over the murky bayou waters and caught sight of the stone-cold stare of an alligator, that day rushed back to him in a flurry of blood and premature death. She was right; Leon, as quiet as he was, would never want them to carry the burden for as long as they had. It was common for a foal to be lost, but not like that.

Hoss closed the gap between them and softly laid his head on her withers, offering his own for support. Softly, he spoke: "Y'know whut mah daddeh told me when mah momma passed ohn? 'Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime, il faut aimer ce que l'on a'." Hoss curled his neck inwards a bit, toward hers. "Dat mean iffin we 'ave not de thing we love, den we must love de things we 'ave."

[Scarlette]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,475,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#FFF8C6; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px;] The mare’s eyes shut as he reached out, resting his head against her withers in a gesture of support. As much as she had tried to extricate herself from everyone, Hoss still provided the comfort she had no idea she had been yearning for. She listened to him speak, finding solace in his voice. No longer did she find his accent strange; now it was merely a part of the comfort he brought and it was part of the place she called home. The mare cracked a weak smile, her head bobbing slightly in understanding. “Mah mama told me that the things we love the most should be our family. And she was right,” she replied, though her smile wavered. “Ah know he won’t ever come back...But there’s still this terribly empty spot in mah heart.” ---------------------------------------- Status: Complete Word Count: Short post, ahoy! Music: xx Muse: Eh. Notes: xx "Amelia Speech"

[Hud Levine]

Hoss mimicked her slight nodding into his withers as he listened to what wisdom her mother had shown her. It fit in well with his, really. It seemed Amelia was beginning to come to terms with Leon's death and Hoss thanked the Mother for it.

When Amelia mentioned the empty spot they both held in their hearts, Hoss pulled back from their embrace to look at her pale, mournful face. Taller than she, Hoss lowered his head farther than it needed to go to closely look in her eyes. She just needed a little more direction, he thought, before she would be able to live her life as fully as she had before. Hoss cared for her deeply and longed to see that day come again. "Listen t'me. Leon knowd you loved 'im. He know we still do. Dat gatuh had no right t'do whut she deed an' she paid de price. Ain't no use prolongin' such loss... But Ah'm he-yuh fuh yuh, mon amour."