04-09-2017, 07:36 PM
Sirana nodded her head in understanding; she had heard recently that the mists surrounding some of Beqanna's outer land skirts had lifted, exposing more of what lay beyond. Lands that other horses must have claimed, like Crota here, or perhaps Nerius or Aten if they were out living their own lives. Sirana hadn't heard from either of them recently, or her dam and sister. She could only hope they were doing fine.
The golden mare listened quietly as Crota told of what her homeland was like, the very description of it lightening Sirana's opinion about it. It sounded like a wonderful place, and she did want to see what it was like. But not until she said something else...
"It sounds beautiful. I would like to take a look, see what it's like, but, with all respect, I ask that you extend the same invitation to Fox here, if he wishes to see what the Hills are like as well," Sirana told Crota, her eyes firm in her decision.
The golden mare listened quietly as Crota told of what her homeland was like, the very description of it lightening Sirana's opinion about it. It sounded like a wonderful place, and she did want to see what it was like. But not until she said something else...
"It sounds beautiful. I would like to take a look, see what it's like, but, with all respect, I ask that you extend the same invitation to Fox here, if he wishes to see what the Hills are like as well," Sirana told Crota, her eyes firm in her decision.