11-30-2024, 02:01 PM
She wakes with a yawn, breathing deeply of the cool spring air that tastes of rainfall. A glance at the edge of the canopy reveals that the rain has stopped, and then she looks back to the two children sleeping beside her.
There’s only one, a feathered palomino filly with her head resting on her mother’s lupine foreleg.
Myrna’s shapeshifting back into her equine form disturbs the pillow of her foreleg, and Luvi is awake and eagerly following at her heels as the pale mare hurries after her son. She should have known better than to fall back asleep in the pre-dawn when she’d heard him shifting around, Myrna thinks, she’d known he’d been overeager about their visitors.
As the palomino mare makes her way up the stream, flowers bloom in her wake. They’re an effect of the crown she wears, magic that is far stronger - and therefore more noticeable - while within her homeland’s borders.
She sees her son standing alone in the meadow, and breathes a sigh of relief. Her pace slows, but Luvi’s increases as she bolts toward her twin. Luvi is as feathered as he is, and though she lacks his wings she is swathed in glowing light that shot through now and then with miniature flickering lightnings. The pair of twins (and their glowing, horned mother) are not the most fantastical of Beqanna’s creatures, but as Luvi spots the stranger on the ground a bit beyond Ravin and races toward her, they likely seem quite terrifying.
Terrifying until Luvi loses her balance, anyway, and rolls head over heels into the rain-swelled edge of the shallow creek.
Ravin, who’d been staring, silent and wide-eyed, and the unfamiliar foal as she fell, is distracted by his sibling. Laughing at her bedraggled look, he teases her as Myrna comes up behind them. The palomino mare’s face is mostly calm, but there is a telling twitch beside her right eye that her children might recognize as just barely keeping her frustration in check.
“Good morning Cascadia, Wynters. Please meet my children, Ravin and Luvi.”
@Cascadia
There’s only one, a feathered palomino filly with her head resting on her mother’s lupine foreleg.
Myrna’s shapeshifting back into her equine form disturbs the pillow of her foreleg, and Luvi is awake and eagerly following at her heels as the pale mare hurries after her son. She should have known better than to fall back asleep in the pre-dawn when she’d heard him shifting around, Myrna thinks, she’d known he’d been overeager about their visitors.
As the palomino mare makes her way up the stream, flowers bloom in her wake. They’re an effect of the crown she wears, magic that is far stronger - and therefore more noticeable - while within her homeland’s borders.
She sees her son standing alone in the meadow, and breathes a sigh of relief. Her pace slows, but Luvi’s increases as she bolts toward her twin. Luvi is as feathered as he is, and though she lacks his wings she is swathed in glowing light that shot through now and then with miniature flickering lightnings. The pair of twins (and their glowing, horned mother) are not the most fantastical of Beqanna’s creatures, but as Luvi spots the stranger on the ground a bit beyond Ravin and races toward her, they likely seem quite terrifying.
Terrifying until Luvi loses her balance, anyway, and rolls head over heels into the rain-swelled edge of the shallow creek.
Ravin, who’d been staring, silent and wide-eyed, and the unfamiliar foal as she fell, is distracted by his sibling. Laughing at her bedraggled look, he teases her as Myrna comes up behind them. The palomino mare’s face is mostly calm, but there is a telling twitch beside her right eye that her children might recognize as just barely keeping her frustration in check.
“Good morning Cascadia, Wynters. Please meet my children, Ravin and Luvi.”
@Cascadia