Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
Epithet and Leola
The sight of the mountain before her made her blink. Not just a mountain, no—but a Volcano. It appeared to be steaming smoke, almost seeping its hot red lava down the sides of its face, begging anyone to trespass upon it. She had come here following Sahm and Newton, looking for safety in the relative comfort of a new life. There had not as yet been any words of a family commitment to the mated males, and yet their daughters seemed to choose this for them.
The coal-black baby Leola bounded about with Elora, giggling and dancing as they made their way into the tropical environment. It was, at this part of the year, temperate—for there would be no snow this close to the volcano. Just green and broad-leafed trees that spoke of abundant rain and things to hide behind for children’s games of hide and seek and pretend. Leola looked back at her mother, smiled, and then tore off down an unmarked path, begging her new best friend to follow. “Elora, follow me! We’ll be back, Mumma!” she calls, her tiny hooves marking their trail in the soft rich earth under them. What games would they play? What would they do here, now that they had a home?
Elora smiled, watching the girls from her vantage point above the foliage—her only advantage seemingly that she was bigger than her daughter, and thus could see them, even when the girls thought they were being utterly sneaky. The three adults made their way through the “jungle” slowly, Epithets body shifting in the soft earth before she turned to her brothers of the heart, seeking their guidance. “So what about this Offspring was it that led you to his cause? Is he really as honorable as you say?”
The coal-black baby Leola bounded about with Elora, giggling and dancing as they made their way into the tropical environment. It was, at this part of the year, temperate—for there would be no snow this close to the volcano. Just green and broad-leafed trees that spoke of abundant rain and things to hide behind for children’s games of hide and seek and pretend. Leola looked back at her mother, smiled, and then tore off down an unmarked path, begging her new best friend to follow. “Elora, follow me! We’ll be back, Mumma!” she calls, her tiny hooves marking their trail in the soft rich earth under them. What games would they play? What would they do here, now that they had a home?
Elora smiled, watching the girls from her vantage point above the foliage—her only advantage seemingly that she was bigger than her daughter, and thus could see them, even when the girls thought they were being utterly sneaky. The three adults made their way through the “jungle” slowly, Epithets body shifting in the soft earth before she turned to her brothers of the heart, seeking their guidance. “So what about this Offspring was it that led you to his cause? Is he really as honorable as you say?”
@[Sahm] @[Offspring]