Nerine had begun to flourish with bountiful life. New equine had begun to enter the coastal kingdom uninvited, many were envoys from nearing kingdoms while others were recruits sent by the mage of Nerine, and the queen of Sylva. These intrusions have caused the ebony speckled maiden to be occupied between keeping an eye upon both of her troublesome children and greeting newcomers, she had become quite busy. But finally there was a break, a little peace in the chaos that made up her life, newcomers had been greeted by other residents, and her children were under the watchful eye of her queen, she could finally escape.
So our alabaster feline leaves her kingdoms borders, in search of a break and new comrades, and perhaps even a familiar face.
Trudging through the thick layers of snow blanketing the forest, the thin coated feline trembled with every freezing step. Her paw pads growing numb in the bitter cold as she continued forwards slowly eventually shifting into her inky speckled form. Tendrils of withered vegetation brushing across her porcelain hocks. White lobes flickering to the vocals of the frost covered forest, as her verdant gaze caught sight of two equine.
Moving closer to the pair, she recognizes a voice. The hardened sweetness of her own mother's vocals, the red bay mare who had loved her and cared for her. The only equine who knew her whole story, of how both of her had parents perished. The mare who Celeana had always lived up to.
But as Celeana grew closer, she realized something had changed. Her mother never had wings, nor white socks riding up all four red limbs. But she had those fractures, intricate cracks aligning every part of her body. Her gaze is worriesome as she enters the small group,"Mom.... Joscelin?" She speaks up. Her muzzle reaching out in an affectionate manner."Are you alright?" She questions.
Where the Wild Things Are