Everclear
EVERCLEAR
Too often Everclear had found himself in a similar situation to the young girl before him.
Perhaps not exactly the same – he had known his parents, had grown up with a family both true and situational – but he has certainly felt quite lost before. Hopeless, uncertain, distraught, he had wandered the Meadow so many times searching for something that was glaringly missing from his life.
He had needed somewhere to belong, somewhere to feel safe, somewhere to settle both body and mind. For a while, it had simply been here in the common lands, sleeping beneath the boughs of hickory trees and watching countless nights give way to endless days. He’d passed the time by talking with others, pointless pursuits that got him nowhere and earned him nothing but repeated heartache and loneliness.
When he had befriended a mare named Marie, his life had changed. He had taken up her invitation to live within one of the kingdoms and there began to make a name for himself. When their friendship grew distant, he had followed his heart and joined Spyglass on the throne of Heaven’s Gates, much to the dismay of her subjects.
Looking back, it seems like such a whirlwind of events summed up in such a few vivid memories, though there had been so many events and years between all the peaks of his past achievements.
And now…
Now he is here. He stands with the filly who, despite her youthful determination to appear brave, is quite clearly frightened. Her answers prove that fact quite literally and the stallion smiles at how forthright she is. It is good to be honest, in cases of such dismay. But he cannot tell her that, not when her young voice trembles so and the uncertainty shines clearly in her eyes. Somewhere in his chest his heart aches for her.
Shifting a little, he lowers his head slightly to rest more casually at her level, hoping to show her that he poses no threat. “I am sure they want you back,” he says calmly to her with a soft smile, trying to impart some hope to her that she is not alone after all. “Would you like me to help you look for them?”
Lifting his head again, he surveys the area and spies a young stallion who had seemed to take interest in the pair and he whickers softly to him. But Symba has already turned away again, moving back toward the trees. Everclear snorts softly before glancing back to the filly. “Maybe he’s seen something, let’s go ask,” he suggests as coolly as before, tilting his head to indicate the stallion in question.
Leading her toward where the buckskin had retreated to graze, he chuffs quietly when they’re near enough. “Excuse me,” he starts politely. “Have you seen anyone around here who might be missing their daughter? My name is Everclear–” here he looks back to the filly with a nod, meaning to introduce himself to them both “–and I’m trying to help this young lady find her parents.”
Perhaps not exactly the same – he had known his parents, had grown up with a family both true and situational – but he has certainly felt quite lost before. Hopeless, uncertain, distraught, he had wandered the Meadow so many times searching for something that was glaringly missing from his life.
He had needed somewhere to belong, somewhere to feel safe, somewhere to settle both body and mind. For a while, it had simply been here in the common lands, sleeping beneath the boughs of hickory trees and watching countless nights give way to endless days. He’d passed the time by talking with others, pointless pursuits that got him nowhere and earned him nothing but repeated heartache and loneliness.
When he had befriended a mare named Marie, his life had changed. He had taken up her invitation to live within one of the kingdoms and there began to make a name for himself. When their friendship grew distant, he had followed his heart and joined Spyglass on the throne of Heaven’s Gates, much to the dismay of her subjects.
Looking back, it seems like such a whirlwind of events summed up in such a few vivid memories, though there had been so many events and years between all the peaks of his past achievements.
And now…
Now he is here. He stands with the filly who, despite her youthful determination to appear brave, is quite clearly frightened. Her answers prove that fact quite literally and the stallion smiles at how forthright she is. It is good to be honest, in cases of such dismay. But he cannot tell her that, not when her young voice trembles so and the uncertainty shines clearly in her eyes. Somewhere in his chest his heart aches for her.
Shifting a little, he lowers his head slightly to rest more casually at her level, hoping to show her that he poses no threat. “I am sure they want you back,” he says calmly to her with a soft smile, trying to impart some hope to her that she is not alone after all. “Would you like me to help you look for them?”
Lifting his head again, he surveys the area and spies a young stallion who had seemed to take interest in the pair and he whickers softly to him. But Symba has already turned away again, moving back toward the trees. Everclear snorts softly before glancing back to the filly. “Maybe he’s seen something, let’s go ask,” he suggests as coolly as before, tilting his head to indicate the stallion in question.
Leading her toward where the buckskin had retreated to graze, he chuffs quietly when they’re near enough. “Excuse me,” he starts politely. “Have you seen anyone around here who might be missing their daughter? My name is Everclear–” here he looks back to the filly with a nod, meaning to introduce himself to them both “–and I’m trying to help this young lady find her parents.”
@Agnese @Symba