The past events still felt like a dream she’d soon wake up from; The winged equine, the unusual colourings of the confident mare, and now the sight of the falls. It was a breathtakingly beautiful scene. Years of seclusion given up for not just a herd, however small, but for a residence to put down roots, a place to relax.
The golden vixen carefully took in the details of the journey home: the scents and landmarks should she ever leave. That was a well learned skill, subtle social cues on the other hand, were not.
Ashara hung on to every word like it was life or death while amber orbs were on the terrain. There was something very enchanting and royal about the expectant mother. Honey coloured cranium nodding slightly, and encouragingly as the other spoke. A soft smile touching her lips at the absence of a king. Brute’s acted like a whole different breed with all that testosterone and ego anyway, would be nice to have all the benefits without the consequences. The news of war would have been troubling if the messenger wasn’t so calm and neutral. The palomino trusted her and she felt a strong obligation to contribute, to prove her loyalty and gratitude. Silence lingered for a moment to allow processing of the data. ”I would be interested in mediation. Please tell me more?” Although unafraid and adept to fighting if need be, this eccentric and foreign world would surely squash such an insignificant adolescent. But she would learn and grow to make this mother figure proud. And peace is so much easier than war. If it wasn’t the Flaxen femme would still be fighting wolves in solitude.
Wherever I am, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.