...as she caused a scene.
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one,
Who will dance on the floor in the round...
Sure, she could have done everything she wanted to. She could have easily have spelled that snoozing hart nearby, make him her pretty little peacock, if only for a second. She could have completely ignored the butterfly doe next to him, as she protested the snowflake's playfully malicious act. She could have stepped on the Mini nearby, with all the intent of being grating, annoying.
But no, she sat perfectly still.
She could have easily have been an ass the night before, and gave that poor Nightfall stag a hard time, with a flash of sugar brown, and a flurry of feathers right beside her. She could have told off the large chocolate stag nearby, telling him that fighting got no one anywhere. She could have
really jumped in on the fighting, the Kabuki pelted stag swinging wildly this way and that. She was convinced he was Bi Polar, and could have easily have told him off hours before, when he circled her, sniffed her, thinking about it, and oh yes, he was
thinking about that coat of snow, so pure in its presentation, so tainted underneath.
But no, she sat perfectly still.
She could have been running and jumping with them the whole time, ribbons of red, black, blue, gold, white, colliding,
meshing like they were one. She could have been the prankster that trumpet antlered the largest one, the leader, as he snorted and bellowed at her, and oh, she would just
laugh it off.
But no, she sat perfectly still.
She could have done everything in-between, white fur shedding its way off of her, her back to the world, wind sneaking through her helm. She could have taken her helm off, said "Fuck you all," and exposed that ugly -though everyone said "Beautiful"- face, hints of red gathering at her cheeks.
we also visit her grandmother (my great grandmother). We place her favorite flowers on her grave and talk about all the good times we had with her... R.I.P Grandma Milly 
