04-22-2015, 12:35 PM
 It’s nearly impossible to believe that it’s fall again. The trees don’t lie, however, and as she looks at the rainbow of reds and golds, Talulah sighs. More and more horses fill her home (some having returned from torture, others from history itself) and yet, she’s never felt more alone. Their king has been gone far longer than a simple diplomatic excursion should require. His absence is observed as a lack of golden luster in the air, a tense undercurrent where before there was only graceful stillness. She worries at this and for the kingdom. But selfishly, she wants him home for herself. The greater magnitude of autumn’s chill is in direct correlation to Tiphon’s absence. She decides she needs a break from it all. So with Ramiel in tow, the metal-mare sets off for the meadow. She intends to show the young colt what the shared space is all about – why so many gravitate towards the unifying place at the center of their world. She also means to warn him that a select few can and have taken advantage of unsuspecting visitors, that he should come with an open mind but sharp senses. Little does she know that her son has already had an adventure of his own there. When the pair breach the tree-line, Ramiel remains tight-lipped about his previous foray with his sister. He simply nods, somewhat guiltily, when Talulah begins pointing out various landmarks and gathering spots. He sees the log that was once a mighty oak before Joscelin had felled it; he wonders if the tiny bugs and worms have begun to take up residence underneath. Before he can venture over, his mother has pulled him in another direction. His gold-rimmed eyes land on an interesting pair that they will intersect if they continue. They are both males, one his age and the other far older. The older one is impressively large – larger than any horse he’s ever seen in his young life – with dull, curling horns. Talulah catches the boy’s wide-eyed admiring and smirks lightly, deciding it won’t hurt to meet a few new faces while they are here. “Go ahead and say hello.” She nudges him, and without further encouragement, he trots towards the duo. Ramiel is too serious to initiate anything more than conversation with the other boy (and certainly too intimidated by the grown stallion) so he stops in front of them with a reserved smile, despite his excitement. “Hello, I’m Ramiel.” His bottlebrush tail wags a little. The black colt looks at Finner before inspecting the spotted male’s horns again. “My mother had one once. She said it was a horn.” He gives Kreios an appreciative nod, “but you have two.” The grey mare comes up behind her colt then, smiling more openly than he had. “Greetings gentlemen, I’m Talulah. How are you both doing? She sweeps her tail across her hocks, waiting for them to speak lady of the Dale |
