There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
Her heart aches for the small filly trembling like a leaf in a windstorm. She had been fortunate as a child to never know pain or loss. Her mother and father had had the strength to protect her, to allow her the freedom to live the happy, carefree childhood every youth deserves. She might be slightly calloused on the outside, but her heart still beats hot and red inside her chest. She could no more turn her back upon a grieving child than she could throw herself off a cliff.
Celeana. The girl’s name resonates within her, heavily intertwined with her strong need to comfort and protect. She has never thought of herself as the motherly type. Oh, it’s true she likes children well enough, but she has been certain for a long time that her own admittedly warm and loving mother had not passed on any sort of that same instinct on to her. But then, perhaps she has simply never needed it before.
Celeana is hesitant at first, rightly so. Joscelin’s offer of protection is repeated on a wavering breath, full of doubtful questioning. While Joscelin does not know this girl’s story, she can guess. Her delicately lined features turning solemn, the red and white mare nods gravely, defending her assertion in the best way she knows how - with sincerity. Beyond that, she really is quite capable. As a trained amazon warrior who can wield light as a weapon, she is far from defenseless.
As the filly reaches out to her in hesitant acceptance, Joscelin takes a step closer, pale muzzle brushing gently against the small girl’s velvet coat. That is all it takes, it seems, to encourage her to settle into Joscelin’s embrace, fully accepting what she has freely offered.
”If you’d like to Celeana, you can come with to my home. It is full of strong women who would teach how to fight, so that one day you could protect yourself.”
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria