06-09-2021, 01:46 PM
Tornados from a butterfly's wing
Yanhua's appearance was an unexpected one, though she supposed it shouldn't be. He was a one to always be in the background, smoothing ways and orchestrating his world into something beautiful for those who occupied it.
The evidence was in the flourishing forest and the unique fauna that surrounded them now, ideas that had formed from the mind of the luminous stallion, and had come to life as a testimony of his determination. They had all done their parts to see it through, of course. But he was the progenitor of the wonders.
She was, as ever, the supporter. The hearth-keeper. The one who did her best to keep the peace and harmony in their tight knit group. When a stab of verdant jealousy pricked her chest, she wondered if that was why. This new face, Bardot, was not entirely a stranger. Not to Yan, who beamed and bantered with his usual freedom.
"He does not," she acknowledged, returning the gesture of greeting with the floral mare. Then watched as the buckskin pivoted to stand beside her golden mate as though she belonged there.
Ama looked away, mouth set in an uneasy line. "I'm sorry I missed it," she answered, wondering if she should have made the long trip north that day. She had plead exhaustion, still healing from the after effects of death and childbirth. She should have put that aside, though, to stand by him on such a significant day.
This was ridiculous, of course. She couldn't expect their land to grow if no newcomers ever arrived, and she could not mandate that they only accept males from here on out. It was jealousy, plain and simple, but the day she had first met Borderline was an indelible memory. Putting aside her own feelings to maintain peace. She hadn't realized how much that had hurt, even as she had tried to explain it away.
That was done and over with, but the butterfly mare was uncertain if she could do it again.
...Amarine
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