it erupts like a volcano, then subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
As she nears she notes that the pale mare’s belly seems slightly rounded, perhaps due to a child on the way. A small smile touches her lips at the thought. She loves children, and to hear the laughter of young fillies and colts filling her homeland once again would be wonderful. She has fond memories of her own daughter’s childhood. She had been a rambunctious child, continually leading Ramiel into trouble. Her own daughter would have been enough to give anyone gray hairs. She is eternally grateful that Ramiel had been there alongside Joscelin, for she is positive their now king had been a calming, steadying influence upon for her daughter.
Their newest member greets them in a friendly manner, offering an explanation for the delay in their meeting. A small frown tugs briefly at Elysteria’s lips as concern flashes across her features. Apparently she had not been the only one suffering lately.
“I do hope you are feeling better now. You appear quite hale, but I do not wish to stress you if you are still unwell.”
Her warm russet eyes study the mare, ensuring her wellness for herself. She does appear quite healthy. Somewhat round, in fact. It had been kind of the woman to offer such an explanation for their lack of prior acquaintance, but the truth is the fault had likely been Elysteria’s. She had been hiding, wallowing in her pain and self-pity. But no longer. One can only wallow so long before it becomes redundant.
The white mare continues then, offering her name, inquiring after Elysteria’s own welfare with concern evident upon her features. A reassuring smile curves the red mare’s lips as she dips her head in a nod. She can feel the worry emanating from Soliel, and she does her best to put her fears to rest.
“I am well. Very much improved, actually. I’m afraid what happened was something of an accident. You needn’t worry.”
Lirren chooses that moment to insert herself boldly into the conversation. Stepping forward, she nudges Soliel’s shoulder briefly before turning her silver eyes up to the mare’s blue ones. The teal and red filly has yet to learn restraint, which unfortunately means that she has a tendency to say whatever pops into her mind.
You’re so white.
Elysteria freezes, torn between laughing at the girl’s statement and scolding her for her rudeness.
You have to work out whether your roots
have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.