Solace
Solace grazes in one of the lower valleys, lazily clipping away at the young, budding grass. These were the first places to shake off winter and she was drawn to the fresh forage - until of course, she sees him. Silhouetted against the brilliant sky, the dark stallion is hard to miss.
With a toss of her tri-colored forelock, she spreads her cerulean wings to take to the sky. Damp earth and lavender colored blossoms cling to the young queen's pelt, she hadn't bothered to shake off the tokens of the wisteria grove where she had spent the night. Not that she minded... the living, earthy scents were a welcome change from the sterile, cold air of winter.
It doesn't take long for her to reach the plateau where he stands with his eyes closed and black mane lashing in the wind. He paints a pretty picture - Solace thinks. But it only a moment before she smiles to herself, correcting her mistake.
A noble picture.
That's more like it.
The scars on his face do not dilute the good-natured sparkle in her eyes as she lands softly off to the newcomers left, letting out a friendly nicker in case he somehow didn't hear the rustle of her approaching wings. In Tepra as a girl, Solace had learned to see pat the scars of many of the adults at her mother's urgings - it was a lesson that she had not forgotten four years later.
"Welcome to Hyaline, traveler," she greets the unknown stallion in a casual, warm tone. With leaves and flowers still clinging to her dark mane, she couldn't play the part of the poised queen now.
But she finds she doesn't mind - not today at least.
caretaker of hyaline
