⍢Celeana⍢

She had witnessed, a massacre of two. A Murder. Both her parents dead. There bodies left carelessly to rot. No proper gravestone was left in the tiniest bit of sincerity for their little girl. It was too late, if the band of gruesome cruel bachelors found her crying her heart out beside there bodies her fate would end as her parents did. She had to keep going, as far away from that site of murderous activity, tears stained her ebony blotched coat as she entered a small meadow.

Foals gathered beneath trees in sorrow, some woefully speaking of there neglectant parents to female equine. A stallion lingered in the meadow, her chocolate eyes became weary as he made his way towards her. He was probably one of those stallions that killed her parents, it couldn't be. She had trekked so far, that's impossible that they had already located her. He came closer, his smile welcoming, or was it wretched? Fleeing away she screamed with high vocals, "Leave me alone!" Ears pinned as she bolted in the other direction every instinct in her body told her to run faster, flee the area seek for refuge some where else. But something told her to stay.

Turning her head towards the stallion, he seemed to of wandered off. Thank the lord. Her heart thundered, adrenaline surging through every part of her body. She was safe but still tense, terrified for the fact. She had joined the chorus of cries of sorrow of pathetic foals, why was she having a nervous break down now? Tears dripped down her cheeks in a continuous flow, words flew out of her velvet lips, " I'm safe." she hyperventilated through struggled breathes she continued to speak passing in-between words. "S-so very- Sa-afe." Her sides heaved, as more tears flew out her eyes. Her black eyelashes were held in clumps as she fluttered the tears out of the eyes, her cheeks completely soaked with her salty tears.

Lowering herself to the ground, to hopefully stop herself from crying. The speckled girl, couldn't seem to stop, her body trembled with anxiety. As she began to search for someone to help her, calm down grab ahold of her emotions. Worried chocolate eyes wandered about batting constantly as she heaved letting out high pitches cries of woe and anxiety.

A Little Rebellion Now And Then Is A Good Thing.

⍢Celeana⍢

The little girls attention turns to a crimson and alabaster mare. Multiple precise little cracks are visible up and along her coat, allowing passage for light to travel through the mares body in small little pulses. The mare seemed to be coming towards Celeana but, it was unclear to the little filly until she got closer.

Her body trembles, as more oily tears pour out of her dark chocolate eyes and her heavy breathing heightens to quick and struggled inhales and exhales. Her velvet nostrils flare as her sides heave, the mare comes closer her head lowered in a friendly welcoming tone. Followed by her soft soothing words. Her eyes directed up to the mares but, she stays silent listening to soothing words of the mare. Her breathing begins to slow and, her tears stop flowing out of her eyes. All that remains is the dark stain upon her cheek, a large blotch of inky black soaked with her tears.

The name Joscelin stuck in the appaloosa girls mind. She is hesitant to speak, nervous for the passing moment of silence that follows with her hesitance. Her voice a bit run down from crying,"I'm Celeana." Her body trembled for a moment."You'll protect me?" The last time someone had said that they had wound up dead. It wasn't her fault truly, it was a circumstance that she was too young to understand yet. Her parents had simply done something wrong to end up dead, made a deal with the devil. Now that she thought about it, she blamed herself for their death more than she blamed the stallions that massacred her parents.

Her velvet muzzle, reached out to the mare in need of comfort. Thinking of her past didn't make things any better, it tended to make things worse in her case. Her body leaned forwards, causing the girl to stand up upon her limber black socked legs. She felt awkward, seeking comfort from a stranger but, Joscelin seemed welcoming enough. Striding towards her, the little girl nuzzled Joscelin her small body just the right height to fit under the mares neck. The filly, leaned upon the mare's chest speaking with dry vocals, "Please, protect me."  Her small neck lowered, as her damp cheek pressed against Joscelin. 

A Little Rebellion Now And Then Is A Good Thing.

⍢Celeana⍢

The speckled girl's petite body was warmed by the blessing of an embrace that welcomed her. She was finally safe. Safe as any little girl should be.

She nestled her ebony blotched head into Joscelin's fur. Her chocolate brown eyes followed the soothing burst of light that passed through the delicate cracks within the mare's body. Strangely it welcome the little girl with more warmth, as she pressed against the crimson toned mare.

After a few moments of silence the soothing sweet vocals of Joscelin entered her inky glossed lobes. A home and family of women? Oh, how wonderful that sounded to the appaloosa girl, she would learn to protect herself from the outcome of her parent's death. And lastly, no men nor boys anywhere! Sounded definitely like the kind of place she was seeking refuge in.

"I would like that." She spoke in a more adventurous tone than her more cautious, vulnerable state. Things had changed so quickly, making the girl both excited and finally happy. She hadn't felt joy for the few days she had trekked into Beqanna and frankly, she was glad she aimlessly wandered herself into this welcoming lush meadow.

A Little Rebellion Now And Then Is A Good Thing.