Roselin knows what it is like to yearn for things gone.
Her mother went missing over a year ago. The Darkness had finally left them but Rose still saw bits and pieces of it in her remaining family. The way her father - Dragon Freyr of the North - kept his portals going (even if he claimed that he didn't know how to close them, Roselin noticed he hadn't tried). Oren - her twin - and his multitude of questions seemed to cease to only one: where was their mother? Her eldest brother had taken the mantle of Guardian but she thought she saw the darkness lingering in his blue eyes, a shade so similar to Lilliana's.
She had finally done it, grown a sunflower for that golden aunt that she had always spoken of. Elena, who lived in a place called Terrastella, amongst a blaze of flowers. Her mother had always looked happiest when she told those stories: days spent dreaming along the banks of Murmuring Rivers, their adventures in a place called Paraiso. Roselin thought that if she could grow those flowers, her mother might smile like that more often.
And after Lilliana had disappeared, those flowers had been the thing that Rose was most certain would bring her home.
But the months continue to pass without a sign. The North grows and thrives. New children (thanks to her brothers Nashua and Yanhua) continue to arrive each spring. Travelers pass through the mystical forest as the reputation seems to grow that it is a place welcome to all. The closed borders become a thing further shrouded in the past and Roselin - born to the generations that came after - can't even recall a time that stranger had been turned away at the Taigan border.
Leilan's daughter decides to venture out of the North, eager to meet one today. To forget her sorrow, at least for a little while.
When she sees him - this boy who is brown and gold (such a familiar shade to Rose) - the young mare has to stifle a giggle. It's a shame, because he looks so content smelling his flower and she would normally hate to disturb such a lovely moment. But there is a shade of white behind him - an Artic Fox that is sitting and watching the winged horse curiously (as if it is a far more curious thing for a horse to have wings than a fox peering at a pegasi). "Excuse me," Roselin finally says, thinking it would be rude to not at least inform him that he was being watched. Companion animals were common to Beqanna.
Perhaps this one was his.
"You have a -" she motions with her dark head towards the little creature that pricks its white ears at both of them and smiles, wondering what to call it.
Her mother went missing over a year ago. The Darkness had finally left them but Rose still saw bits and pieces of it in her remaining family. The way her father - Dragon Freyr of the North - kept his portals going (even if he claimed that he didn't know how to close them, Roselin noticed he hadn't tried). Oren - her twin - and his multitude of questions seemed to cease to only one: where was their mother? Her eldest brother had taken the mantle of Guardian but she thought she saw the darkness lingering in his blue eyes, a shade so similar to Lilliana's.
She had finally done it, grown a sunflower for that golden aunt that she had always spoken of. Elena, who lived in a place called Terrastella, amongst a blaze of flowers. Her mother had always looked happiest when she told those stories: days spent dreaming along the banks of Murmuring Rivers, their adventures in a place called Paraiso. Roselin thought that if she could grow those flowers, her mother might smile like that more often.
And after Lilliana had disappeared, those flowers had been the thing that Rose was most certain would bring her home.
But the months continue to pass without a sign. The North grows and thrives. New children (thanks to her brothers Nashua and Yanhua) continue to arrive each spring. Travelers pass through the mystical forest as the reputation seems to grow that it is a place welcome to all. The closed borders become a thing further shrouded in the past and Roselin - born to the generations that came after - can't even recall a time that stranger had been turned away at the Taigan border.
Leilan's daughter decides to venture out of the North, eager to meet one today. To forget her sorrow, at least for a little while.
When she sees him - this boy who is brown and gold (such a familiar shade to Rose) - the young mare has to stifle a giggle. It's a shame, because he looks so content smelling his flower and she would normally hate to disturb such a lovely moment. But there is a shade of white behind him - an Artic Fox that is sitting and watching the winged horse curiously (as if it is a far more curious thing for a horse to have wings than a fox peering at a pegasi). "Excuse me," Roselin finally says, thinking it would be rude to not at least inform him that he was being watched. Companion animals were common to Beqanna.
Perhaps this one was his.
"You have a -" she motions with her dark head towards the little creature that pricks its white ears at both of them and smiles, wondering what to call it.
ROSELIN
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