Returning to the Firepit
Alya weaved figure 8's in the sky ....piercing food wails caught in air eddys, trailing plaintive tones to Lemon and Gabriel. The old horse snorted as if in defense of the birds vocalizations.
Occasionally, the pesty raptor would swoop through a spray of salt water, and then veer, flying low and fast, past Lemons ear, giving off a loud CACK, as if knowing this would antagonize the already cantankerous beast.
And it did...invariably Lemon startled, stopped...refusing to take another step, whinied and tossed his head, pawing sand with heavy thumps, in protest to the birds taunts.
Alya landed, proceeding the hunt for food, on foot....one of the lifesaving tactics he developed while recouperating from injuries.
Gabriel sighed, and dismounted, knowing full well the headstrong Lemon would take his time calming down, before they could proceed.
It had been over three weeks since her last visit, and the journey more lengthy and arduous, from the inland move. This would prohibit frequent excursions . The aging horse did not like the long journey, and Gabriel was fixed with the dilemna of whether to let him stay on the beach with the donkeys and daily Firepit visitors, as sheppard to the shaggy blonde oldening beast, or graze the pastures inland, and not travel as companion, on long treks to the shore and back.
The sun now sinking onto the horizons floor, Alya, pursuing a snack of dragonfly or cricket, along the marshy inlet, Lemon nudged with much persistance Gabriels backpack, and then..."OUCH":.. lightly nipped an arm to expediate her efforts to get his promised apple out of the bag, and offered up to his waiting, wiggling lips.
Here they all stood at the mouth of the large creek that fed into ocean...the place where black caves dotted the craggy chocolate cliffs....seaweed and round river rocks kissed, often entwined on sandy beach, breaker rocks and Monterey Cypress appeared as if haphazardly strewn.... the ocassional Cypress drastically eclipsed, amidst sky and sea as backdrop, or atop the craggy rocks......... fresh and salt water pools mingling and mirroring sky on sand at low tide, marshgrass and nestling shells................and a very huge autumn moon rising.
The silvery beach stretched its way to a bank of mist in the direction of the firepit.....a focal point of flame and flashing embers was visible from here, such a warm contrast to the chilled air, dimming sky, and daunting moon..
"Just a little while longer, Lemon" she whispered to him, lovingly stroking his long nose, and knowing full well he might not be accompanying her home ever again.
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