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And breathe. - Brine - 08-30-2019 Brine find yourself, then come find me RE: And breathe. - Jager - 08-31-2019 It had been a very long time since the grullo had laid eyes upon Beqanna. The spindling mountains and emerald seas stretching beneath her in endless waves of forgotten stories and years-long since past. She had fled these lands the moment she was old enough, no guilt felt for ditching the small family she had left. The only man she truly ever loved (Her darling twin) chose to stay and for that, she could not blame him. Somewhere in the trees beneath the soaring maiden the bay splash still roamed, but that was a tireless search for another day. Now she wished to reacquaint herself with the home she had abandoned in her youth.
Amber eyes peered below her, clouds blocked her view but any native could pick out the meadow from the break of dying trees and curling flowers. A spring chicken would have crashed into the opening on unsteady hoof but Jag had been doing the whole flight thing for a while. Like a feather she floated to the ground, front legs stretching gracefully forward to bring her gently to the dying earth. Dark wings curled into her sides as the bite of the autumn air shook her fully. It had been much warmer where she came from it seemed. All around the smoky tower equines talked, their voices distant and merry like bells on a sleigh. They all seemed as though they had a place to belong, somewhere to return after their morning chats had settled. Must be nice The thought twirled and danced in her brain as she scanned the small crowd. On the edge of the meadow, looking just as lost as she is where the woman found her victims. The mare was very pretty and the lithe winged child beside the stranger reminded Jager of herself a long time ago. Spindly wings not yet used to being used curved across golden sides and wild eyes flashed protectively over the child. Her poll raised and slowly she made her way towards them. Jag had been around enough mothers to know how... territorial they could be. She let a friendly whicker slip from her lips and she stopped far enough away from the two as to let them get a good look at her. Peering closely enough they would fid that thick strands of bronze adorned her and fell in twisting curls across her face and neck. The sun glinted across the oddly colored tendrils and sent them sparkling and twinkling like stardust. She had a friendly face, one not unlike the mare who birthed her. If the grullo had grown to known her mom she would know she wasn't much unlike the splashed maiden before she lost her mind. In fact, Jag was a mirror of that same innocence and kindness the diplomat had been known for years prior. All that to say the soft smile adorning her lips and the lack of tension in her shoulders and spine would hopefully not scare of the wandering pair before her. "Good Morning Ladies," And with that greeting, she awaited a reply. (Hope this isn't too cruddy this is the first time I have written this Lady, I promise it will get better <3 ) RE: And breathe. - lilliana - 08-31-2019 She is starting to find solace in her nights again. It is something that she attributes to her new friend, Kagerus and to the knowledge that Elaina is safe within neighboring Hyaline. There are, however, some nights that are too deep and too long. It’s inky embrace envelops more than Taiga’s redwoods and like a fog, her thoughts come rolling in. Usually they are just the foolish whims that come to most at the end of a day: something left unfinished, perhaps something that was better left unsaid. But sometimes those thoughts turn and lead her down the condemning path that takes her to Broch. Lilli tries not to let him into her thoughts. She tries to keep him where he belongs: a closed chapter in her short past. But when has the Warlander stallion ever been content to hang in the shadows? He breaks through the barrier of her memories and his coat is vibrant as ever, the envy of any flame. It shines and glistens copper fire in the light of her mind. In these quiet moments, she can recall him with such vivid clarity: the muscled slope of his shoulders, the width of his chest, the strength of his haunch. Lilli can summon him with only a thought. But even as she braves the remembering, the memories eventually burn and crash. They leave her only with the taste of ash and loss. The crimson mare has to shed herself of the ancient forest today. She wants to leave her memories behind her. The River is always a welcome companion and it so often leads her many places, further than she should probably go but Lilli has figured she has much to learn about Beqanna and its realms. Why not experience it for herself? It’s on one of these trips that she passes by the Meadow which has begun the process of change: summer’s vibrant green to autumn’s blazing hues. The leaves above her have started to turn, a reminder that the change of the season was coming. Another season of life to brace herself for. There are a few horses out today and Lilli pauses for a moment, an ear flicking casually to the side as she observes them. The young mare decides to move on and return to Taiga when the motion of downy wings flapping almost impatiently catches her eye. They belong to a golden filly and something in Lilli softens at the sight of her. Her gaze moves from the child to her mother, a lovely roan mare who doesn’t seem to be as eager as her young daughter to be here. The mare is tense. Lilli can see it by the way she holds herself and it makes the chestnut remember her first time in this very place. She remembers how wide and open it felt, how it made her feel so much smaller and so alone in a mass of equines that she didn’t know. It had been an overwhelming, almost suffocating emotion. So the young mare alters her path and starts to move towards mother and daughter when another mare approaches. The crimson girl hangs back a moment, not wanting to overrun the pair with attention. When the winged grullo mare offers a greeting, Lilliana decides to take a similar approach. She stays a respectful distance away, trying to give Brine space if she wanted it and the chestnut mare nods her greeting to Jager. An amused smile lights up her features as her blue eyes come to rest on the child again: ”You have lovely wings.” The smile broadens and her playful gaze glances from Brine to Jager, letting them both in on a secret. ”It seems such a shame to be stuck on the ground when there are such marvelous things above.” LILLIANA i left home on account of snow (buried all the things i know) @[Brine] @[Jager] RE: And breathe. - Brine - 09-03-2019 Brine find yourself, then come find me @[Jager] @[lilliana] |